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Owning only stolen air, I function, uniquely To gently own the unseen Felt feelings, I look to master, The tiniest remnants,  tattered Torn and misappropriation rule Fantastic forbidden fragment Fall into hell, held, unshared No podium,... no speaker,... nor a crowd, of any sorts stirring Aggitating,  aggrieved masses slaves in their blissless mindset
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Consenting To All But The Meaning
Owning only stolen air, I function, uniquely To gently own the unseen Felt feelings, I look to master, The tiniest remnants,  tattered Torn and misappropriation rule Fantastic forbidden fragment Fall into hell, held, unshared No podium,... no speaker,... nor a crowd, of any sorts stirring Aggitating,  aggrieved masses slaves in their blissless mindset
#love#of#thoughts#this#sick#sickness
jack-r-fehlmann
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jack-r-fehlmann
49/M/American
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
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