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This is Another Version Trampled Lusciousness No one Told me Of A paradisal Ether Where one Can talk Through Black mirror A symbol Of neck Pain Artificial Light Stuttered Communication A message Received A naked Body Or Satire All transferred Via satellite To my Jeans
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC
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This is Another Version Trampled Lusciousness No one Told me Of A paradisal Ether Where one Can talk Through Black mirror A symbol Of neck Pain Artificial Light Stuttered Communication A message Received A naked Body Or Satire All transferred Via satellite To my Jeans
rhys-jones
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC
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