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Some say you can't read someone's thoughts. Some claim to read them like a book. It's phantom pages may engage but I move on from thought to thought. Those readings choke like a bindweed cloak, coiling, twining, transmuting brutes. Stereotypes shape many folk, stifling, stunting valuable fruit.
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Valuable Fruits
Some say you can't read someone's thoughts. Some claim to read them like a book. It's phantom pages may engage but I move on from thought to thought. Those readings choke like a bindweed cloak, coiling, twining, transmuting brutes. Stereotypes shape many folk, stifling, stunting valuable fruit.
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
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