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Drum up the emoticons of Tweeners Lost between the couch cushions Smoking on Cush,                                Listening to lines of lying lions. No soul,              Symbols twisted into idols Non-paralleled,                          Prophets for profit Refusal to obey convention Convection will guarantee a feature flight                                    To where?                                     I don't know.                                    Nowhere near never, never land                                    The fall will forever fragment followers                                    Peons of lies, hope, and mirrors                                    Cause is not lost, for change                                    Moons tide motions for… The ebb of conscious thought, drowning the flow of seceded freedoms.
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
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Drum up the emoticons of Tweeners Lost between the couch cushions Smoking on Cush,                                Listening to lines of lying lions. No soul,              Symbols twisted into idols Non-paralleled,                          Prophets for profit Refusal to obey convention Convection will guarantee a feature flight                                    To where?                                     I don't know.                                    Nowhere near never, never land                                    The fall will forever fragment followers                                    Peons of lies, hope, and mirrors                                    Cause is not lost, for change                                    Moons tide motions for… The ebb of conscious thought, drowning the flow of seceded freedoms.
Critique is welcomed.
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
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