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I am the messenger of exhuastive sighs, the wondering bard of the tooling mind Closely I thread my skin, into the sanity of a self that never has pulsed electric movements I am the ghost of a present, that was never real Only a past, wearing a suit of terrocata
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Messenger
I am the messenger of exhuastive sighs, the wondering bard of the tooling mind Closely I thread my skin, into the sanity of a self that never has pulsed electric movements I am the ghost of a present, that was never real Only a past, wearing a suit of terrocata
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
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