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Discombobulating eerie day left me asking on some matter. Like how the unreachable sky is so gray even if the day is really a flatter. Far-stretched lines I drew in a fine piece of silky flat. I smell the essence of tingling blue creeping on the edges where I sat. Far-flung hopes he seek with different approach and time. Ended well in a mountain peak gushing he came to be, he waited to climb. Discombobulating ambiance in the room somehow disturbs. Prepares the writer into dalliance so he forgotten all the verbs.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
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Discombobulating eerie day left me asking on some matter. Like how the unreachable sky is so gray even if the day is really a flatter. Far-stretched lines I drew in a fine piece of silky flat. I smell the essence of tingling blue creeping on the edges where I sat. Far-flung hopes he seek with different approach and time. Ended well in a mountain peak gushing he came to be, he waited to climb. Discombobulating ambiance in the room somehow disturbs. Prepares the writer into dalliance so he forgotten all the verbs.
sean-pobeda
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
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