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you will never meet a child poet prodigy so young as to play the heart's cello so early as to be a prodigy worthy of a father's sur-. never you mind the clone, clone on paper, but still the disparity of experience: a landfill of care, might one foot take footing in the mythical mist of the once breathed into care for ink print an atheism revealing the myth lost, and in the natural environment a lost caress of wind that once was the zeus of spoken tongue leftover alpha and leftover zeeta... phi and theta, or woodwind spoken of omega... and so cherished the undermined clay was baked into chess for a pawn's move that could undermine the king in equipping the queen's parameters.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
cryptic off lying in a crypt
you will never meet a child poet prodigy so young as to play the heart's cello so early as to be a prodigy worthy of a father's sur-. never you mind the clone, clone on paper, but still the disparity of experience: a landfill of care, might one foot take footing in the mythical mist of the once breathed into care for ink print an atheism revealing the myth lost, and in the natural environment a lost caress of wind that once was the zeus of spoken tongue leftover alpha and leftover zeeta... phi and theta, or woodwind spoken of omega... and so cherished the undermined clay was baked into chess for a pawn's move that could undermine the king in equipping the queen's parameters.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
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