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he's in love with movements of air; her distances traveled between it we were so visibly shaken after the rest died out & your bouquet dried out we were left with our sagging, old brains & no one's interested, beyond our machines in our old constructs, or perhaps, new mishaps he was unsure of what he should be seeking, and it appeared the pipes in the basement were leaking yoke propped onto his cracked shoulders, scrutinized by the heavy eyes of caliginous violet smoulders she's in love with unfair moments the blurring of every before and after barring the moon through creaky rafters with ****** gloom and insincere laughter at the sky, bearing its last each and all tapping on a shivering wall with a head to traumatize, to object to the onslaught- is to reject the tireless **** a timeless, photogenic glut and a refutation, erased a collection of twelve billion cells with a ****** captain giving in to the never-ending aching, delving, pervading, as the lecherous lecturer and a solemn giantess left on the barren foothill where it all transgressed
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
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he's in love with movements of air; her distances traveled between it we were so visibly shaken after the rest died out & your bouquet dried out we were left with our sagging, old brains & no one's interested, beyond our machines in our old constructs, or perhaps, new mishaps he was unsure of what he should be seeking, and it appeared the pipes in the basement were leaking yoke propped onto his cracked shoulders, scrutinized by the heavy eyes of caliginous violet smoulders she's in love with unfair moments the blurring of every before and after barring the moon through creaky rafters with ****** gloom and insincere laughter at the sky, bearing its last each and all tapping on a shivering wall with a head to traumatize, to object to the onslaught- is to reject the tireless **** a timeless, photogenic glut and a refutation, erased a collection of twelve billion cells with a ****** captain giving in to the never-ending aching, delving, pervading, as the lecherous lecturer and a solemn giantess left on the barren foothill where it all transgressed
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
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