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Untitled It's again open season Yet there remains no vacancy No rooms for rest Salmon kite Days of nostalgia Free float Pure trist Illis quotes Amber The fungus grows larger A beast and a rifle to burden this momentum Falling through a mother's pine One thousand banes in the form of love A mother's work is never done Ninth dynamic Four hours and this is forged again Silver screams heard through golden temples Dust settles, the bricks fall A mile of bone penetrates the pyramid Bringing new forma of energy Satan's toothpick And sharp fur for another Ghost conductor entering messages Down there, he eats in fits of a slothful rage In fits of overdosed shrubbery ***** clocks Each hollows and fades you Advanced romance as strands won't return Dirt searches for your face in the midnight hours Artificial chains Lead by burns Idolatry commencement
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Idle Airport Tears
Untitled It's again open season Yet there remains no vacancy No rooms for rest Salmon kite Days of nostalgia Free float Pure trist Illis quotes Amber The fungus grows larger A beast and a rifle to burden this momentum Falling through a mother's pine One thousand banes in the form of love A mother's work is never done Ninth dynamic Four hours and this is forged again Silver screams heard through golden temples Dust settles, the bricks fall A mile of bone penetrates the pyramid Bringing new forma of energy Satan's toothpick And sharp fur for another Ghost conductor entering messages Down there, he eats in fits of a slothful rage In fits of overdosed shrubbery ***** clocks Each hollows and fades you Advanced romance as strands won't return Dirt searches for your face in the midnight hours Artificial chains Lead by burns Idolatry commencement
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
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