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Either way it is wasting. Claim your right to keep copy from pasting, thereby laden these words beneath stone where they lie as they rot, still unknown Or to say what to speak is sweet tasting, each frame recite liberties; terms replaced- -til the thing doesn't resonate whatsoever, like it had, let alone retain echoes of intention from initial undertone. Incubation of thought from at best a guess of hue... Distraught by more; eventually confessed and we implore what is repressed must we explore, attest the vast extent this mess was misconstrued. Til to not adore much, lest we curse what bless us as we grew.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
Copyright
Either way it is wasting. Claim your right to keep copy from pasting, thereby laden these words beneath stone where they lie as they rot, still unknown Or to say what to speak is sweet tasting, each frame recite liberties; terms replaced- -til the thing doesn't resonate whatsoever, like it had, let alone retain echoes of intention from initial undertone. Incubation of thought from at best a guess of hue... Distraught by more; eventually confessed and we implore what is repressed must we explore, attest the vast extent this mess was misconstrued. Til to not adore much, lest we curse what bless us as we grew.
Thoughts on copyright from discussions with Picojoule.
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Mar 23, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
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