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a    man with his      heaviness    weighs the masculine     waters     be    like stone its depth    of concentration       wherefore     birds  lose   sight of their    rapt flight above    waters    stills a man     whose mirror     is not of   a mirage but       a    man   flat against    the seductive      rose       to     hold  his     breath and rain's      supreme bullet        are    but simplistic    maze again     the   stone cannot  reveal the     man   in his  proud   geographies —       such   trouble   of mortality begins,   a wrest     of bones,   the volcano     defined    by  such earthenware whose   metaphysics   unalphabeted   like   fellows    going back to god's    arms    sitting      well   with           red    roses.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
Man
a    man with his      heaviness    weighs the masculine     waters     be    like stone its depth    of concentration       wherefore     birds  lose   sight of their    rapt flight above    waters    stills a man     whose mirror     is not of   a mirage but       a    man   flat against    the seductive      rose       to     hold  his     breath and rain's      supreme bullet        are    but simplistic    maze again     the   stone cannot  reveal the     man   in his  proud   geographies —       such   trouble   of mortality begins,   a wrest     of bones,   the volcano     defined    by  such earthenware whose   metaphysics   unalphabeted   like   fellows    going back to god's    arms    sitting      well   with           red    roses.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
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