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I am a section a piece. Nothing more. Able to be transported anywhere. An “African Barn Swallow” – that’s the cliché. Pretending it makes me feel like a tremor. Rhythmic. The flavor of this I will probably never remember except – like this Peculiar. I am a section An “African Barn Swallow” – that’s the cliché. The flavor of this transported anywhere. Pretending it makes me feel like I will probably never remember except – like this a piece. Nothing more. Able to be a tremor. Rhythmic. Peculiar.
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Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 12:47 AM UTC
Despite the Allusion
I am a section a piece. Nothing more. Able to be transported anywhere. An “African Barn Swallow” – that’s the cliché. Pretending it makes me feel like a tremor. Rhythmic. The flavor of this I will probably never remember except – like this Peculiar. I am a section An “African Barn Swallow” – that’s the cliché. The flavor of this transported anywhere. Pretending it makes me feel like I will probably never remember except – like this a piece. Nothing more. Able to be a tremor. Rhythmic. Peculiar.
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kevin-moxley
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Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 12:47 AM UTC
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