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Today is the motif. ideas daydreaming du corpse, Superior attaining interpretation, to my silly comprendo. Twirling. Make no mistake, in this place, here, we trace lakes. Lying down; face-to-face, when the mask breaks. Make no claims. In this; have no stakes. in this.. Love's misfortune, unfurl my bed, close my eyes, && rest my head, in gold flake. Suspended. Our mother, she is kind. Knows just what she does. My home is not this hell; nor s p a c e above. Alight anew for ceremony, && i'll be the last to leave. obligate engagement. my place. In-between.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
Crystal, MI
Today is the motif. ideas daydreaming du corpse, Superior attaining interpretation, to my silly comprendo. Twirling. Make no mistake, in this place, here, we trace lakes. Lying down; face-to-face, when the mask breaks. Make no claims. In this; have no stakes. in this.. Love's misfortune, unfurl my bed, close my eyes, && rest my head, in gold flake. Suspended. Our mother, she is kind. Knows just what she does. My home is not this hell; nor s p a c e above. Alight anew for ceremony, && i'll be the last to leave. obligate engagement. my place. In-between.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
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