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Wind raised eyebrows stop the tick-tock. Countless creases will mock all talk. Shoes to dry by spit-run aspersion. Walking rainbows forget now to rise. Chancing pavement before it dries. Old closed sign comforts finish line. A taste of dull scissors dipped in brine.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
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Wind raised eyebrows stop the tick-tock. Countless creases will mock all talk. Shoes to dry by spit-run aspersion. Walking rainbows forget now to rise. Chancing pavement before it dries. Old closed sign comforts finish line. A taste of dull scissors dipped in brine.
john-p-green
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
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