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Words and sounds are connected to the images seen The eyes tell tales before tongue hisses The December child walks bare to the unknown roads foreseen The wit of the mind does not mind the matter And what does, does not matter Perception limns a breakage at intervals Everything is blurred after a dream Even family.
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
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Words and sounds are connected to the images seen The eyes tell tales before tongue hisses The December child walks bare to the unknown roads foreseen The wit of the mind does not mind the matter And what does, does not matter Perception limns a breakage at intervals Everything is blurred after a dream Even family.
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
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