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How could the mountains forget the ground beneath them or the clouds deny the sky we bear this mark this Galactic conception and yet we become fictional a small etch of understanding nonexistent sketch in the dredge pituitary a one dimensional edge we watch like a picture show existentialist and it's fiery seed shooting it's burning flames into the black womb soon to die or birth a moon, the candle is the soul it is intent that keeps it lit, it is our lack of immaculate perception that pulls it apart Roche's limit yearning to string pearls around heavenly bodies as charisma reaches to embrace a burning, and I see fire.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
Shoemaker's levy
How could the mountains forget the ground beneath them or the clouds deny the sky we bear this mark this Galactic conception and yet we become fictional a small etch of understanding nonexistent sketch in the dredge pituitary a one dimensional edge we watch like a picture show existentialist and it's fiery seed shooting it's burning flames into the black womb soon to die or birth a moon, the candle is the soul it is intent that keeps it lit, it is our lack of immaculate perception that pulls it apart Roche's limit yearning to string pearls around heavenly bodies as charisma reaches to embrace a burning, and I see fire.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
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