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The visual arts over time constraints pull                              and push brick and mortar, glass and bone aside. Beside the sycamore traveling, potsherds and splinters of graves near similar resting places never resting with syndromes and now we search for scraps to place our waste into fearing the wounds in Earth do not break while we continue searching for scraps and waste
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
There aren't enough fish
The visual arts over time constraints pull                              and push brick and mortar, glass and bone aside. Beside the sycamore traveling, potsherds and splinters of graves near similar resting places never resting with syndromes and now we search for scraps to place our waste into fearing the wounds in Earth do not break while we continue searching for scraps and waste
A little piece for my favorite city Orlando. I love you. tragedy
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
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