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It was my last swig   before I hit the gallows of a slumber    not too far mistaken as an escape from the    void and emptyness of a lover's life's dreams. All be it! ... is not misgivin',      but mistrusted in a lame being's spirit mind.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
wine as I not dine...
It was my last swig   before I hit the gallows of a slumber    not too far mistaken as an escape from the    void and emptyness of a lover's life's dreams. All be it! ... is not misgivin',      but mistrusted in a lame being's spirit mind.
spirit mind needs to rest, end, and rise again and again,  each time with a refined authentic value in purpose
waver
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
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