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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 forms of energy Satan's toothpick And sharp fur for another Ghost conductor entering messages Down there, he eats in a fit of 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 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
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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 forms of energy Satan's toothpick And sharp fur for another Ghost conductor entering messages Down there, he eats in a fit of 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 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
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