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I'll roam With emancipated souls I'll marvel the windows of god, A spark of hope To the sickened And doped I'll run the maze of mobs!!! I'll weary mine ways For I am not them I'm a flower A budding beast A being of old trend I'll taketh that needle Shoot to high speed A buzz and a boil And a terrace of green The benign hands to hold me To cosset and mollycoddle I'll insufflate mine request's and intentions Invention of augury and forecase hours!!!!
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
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I'll roam With emancipated souls I'll marvel the windows of god, A spark of hope To the sickened And doped I'll run the maze of mobs!!! I'll weary mine ways For I am not them I'm a flower A budding beast A being of old trend I'll taketh that needle Shoot to high speed A buzz and a boil And a terrace of green The benign hands to hold me To cosset and mollycoddle I'll insufflate mine request's and intentions Invention of augury and forecase hours!!!!
brandon-nagley
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
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