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Exits the friendly From sun circled centre Where no wispy 'membrance, though 'tis what we're made of, dost tangle in beaches or camp grounds. Forgetting is lonely in mustard seed corners though lonely has purpose, if purpose is stardom, when taken in two over doses. Chopping aortas from hair raisèd partners and sewing mine own onto maddery night times where blood is awaited and tha-thumping rythms exchange their romances thu-thampingly. Grasping at cries, and at nights overlapping.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
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Exits the friendly From sun circled centre Where no wispy 'membrance, though 'tis what we're made of, dost tangle in beaches or camp grounds. Forgetting is lonely in mustard seed corners though lonely has purpose, if purpose is stardom, when taken in two over doses. Chopping aortas from hair raisèd partners and sewing mine own onto maddery night times where blood is awaited and tha-thumping rythms exchange their romances thu-thampingly. Grasping at cries, and at nights overlapping.
"It's been a messy couple months"
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
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