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Living within this crumpling skin leathering to the elements all self delusions crease and crumble becoming one with the old leather settee. They say you are part of the furniture long before your funeral sinking in the folds, morphing into a couch potato.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
morphing into a couch potato
Living within this crumpling skin leathering to the elements all self delusions crease and crumble becoming one with the old leather settee. They say you are part of the furniture long before your funeral sinking in the folds, morphing into a couch potato.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
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