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a day's tale will tell a day of the fire you have learned to combust your innermost puzzles. the gasoline is on your clothes and against your surface. they told you so every wistful evening when you would brew your tea and light the incense. the room would smell of lemon and reek of your abstinence. mysteries of your introspection were set alight. you were always descending from your nightmares and running from your demons. no wonder the flames devoured all your vitality.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
part III
a day's tale will tell a day of the fire you have learned to combust your innermost puzzles. the gasoline is on your clothes and against your surface. they told you so every wistful evening when you would brew your tea and light the incense. the room would smell of lemon and reek of your abstinence. mysteries of your introspection were set alight. you were always descending from your nightmares and running from your demons. no wonder the flames devoured all your vitality.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
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