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Flywheels enamel with heartblood, aortal ticks hesitate before the dull bang of a fallen fist, the fat knuckle of the next hit. Tick tick the small ones, the eaters of dust, stone-eyed they fall apart like lost time, the weights that regulate all are unbalanced.
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
A Single Image Of Clock Children ( for Syria)
Flywheels enamel with heartblood, aortal ticks hesitate before the dull bang of a fallen fist, the fat knuckle of the next hit. Tick tick the small ones, the eaters of dust, stone-eyed they fall apart like lost time, the weights that regulate all are unbalanced.
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
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