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*Leaving the windows open and the miles the same as black waters curl between our southern toes. The long way to you is engorged with short speech and our blathering tongues well versed in ****** memes. We are not without design. but we assume the worst, regardless... farm our beetles to the sticking place and etch firebrands in orchids lording over under-frost and deplorable sins. we grieve as we ****** shame from the wick of burning candles... at both Ends. our every scandal, more luscious than desolation would have Us both. we choke on the plumes of our disconnect and close our Throats. And leave again Love's Ghost.*
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
A Cluster Of Diaspora
*Leaving the windows open and the miles the same as black waters curl between our southern toes. The long way to you is engorged with short speech and our blathering tongues well versed in ****** memes. We are not without design. but we assume the worst, regardless... farm our beetles to the sticking place and etch firebrands in orchids lording over under-frost and deplorable sins. we grieve as we ****** shame from the wick of burning candles... at both Ends. our every scandal, more luscious than desolation would have Us both. we choke on the plumes of our disconnect and close our Throats. And leave again Love's Ghost.*
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
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