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As I consumed by infinite numbers, conservative prefaces, artificial growths, meaningful labels; dreadful sins will always be as they are forever stretching out The Love and a pity become a perpetual giant concrete wall in between don’t them all owe me a bottle of heady wine nor just a thank o, o, o, please, my heart is already ****** poured up by their tang of lies how can I ask for help in a myriad of plastic hearts?
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
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As I consumed by infinite numbers, conservative prefaces, artificial growths, meaningful labels; dreadful sins will always be as they are forever stretching out The Love and a pity become a perpetual giant concrete wall in between don’t them all owe me a bottle of heady wine nor just a thank o, o, o, please, my heart is already ****** poured up by their tang of lies how can I ask for help in a myriad of plastic hearts?
emma-bugg
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
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