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Poetic symphonies View this tyranny Tearing my book of rhymes to pieces.      The deep-ness techniques of ' IT ". From it. Of it. I am IT because I know it I show it.   Reading up On Agrippa I hold a tight grip when i rip the fabric of another lizard. The soul is Measured daily on a scale. Will it weighs less than a feather quill? The truth not the REAL. I'm thankful for what inspires me bodies deteriorating from society I dare someone to define me. Because of the Latin alphabetum these words just keep settling in and Athena well,  Lets just be friends....
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC
Athena Was My Ex~Girlfriend
Poetic symphonies View this tyranny Tearing my book of rhymes to pieces.      The deep-ness techniques of ' IT ". From it. Of it. I am IT because I know it I show it.   Reading up On Agrippa I hold a tight grip when i rip the fabric of another lizard. The soul is Measured daily on a scale. Will it weighs less than a feather quill? The truth not the REAL. I'm thankful for what inspires me bodies deteriorating from society I dare someone to define me. Because of the Latin alphabetum these words just keep settling in and Athena well,  Lets just be friends....
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC
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