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flesh is nothing but a plastic cover and if you s t r e t c h it far enough the seams begin to rip, hovering a guideline instead of a fence a tongue is nothing but a stretchy strawberry and if you cut it clean in half the seeds disperse, swearing to rearrange the words into normal speech the brain is nothing but playdough and if you let it mold the pink uncoils, forgetting Plato remembering nothing the smile is nothing but a bunch of ugly mirrors and if you rip them out by the roots the spotlights reverse, it only gets worse and you stare at your self-destruction for eternity.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
pulmonary nebulas
flesh is nothing but a plastic cover and if you s t r e t c h it far enough the seams begin to rip, hovering a guideline instead of a fence a tongue is nothing but a stretchy strawberry and if you cut it clean in half the seeds disperse, swearing to rearrange the words into normal speech the brain is nothing but playdough and if you let it mold the pink uncoils, forgetting Plato remembering nothing the smile is nothing but a bunch of ugly mirrors and if you rip them out by the roots the spotlights reverse, it only gets worse and you stare at your self-destruction for eternity.
mrs-kite
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
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