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an efflorescence flower            is slowly becoming; a long awaited hour and a drawn out humming the emerald fields      of sharpening grass                  a bed of roses and thorns made of glass an ethereal demeanour concealed in the smoke            slowly digesting the aged poisoned oak
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
Becoming
an efflorescence flower            is slowly becoming; a long awaited hour and a drawn out humming the emerald fields      of sharpening grass                  a bed of roses and thorns made of glass an ethereal demeanour concealed in the smoke            slowly digesting the aged poisoned oak
thomasalan
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
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