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there is but one precise precision coming when not known or in glancing past mirrors eternal cry smacked into the middle of it all all ready steamy unknown soothed by a warmed wrapped universe stand you there now you a man of men a progenitor of your time to be a sympathetic highly regarded dully appointed soon more gesturing world commanding demanding expanding steady to the heed and call of realms and vibrations of expectations and grounding on anchored sea bottoms tethered to the darkest of nights causeways in finger tipped grasps and tip-toed acquaintances all shine to cheers afloat on the seas joyously released then found, then gone arrived here now dad I’m home
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
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there is but one precise precision coming when not known or in glancing past mirrors eternal cry smacked into the middle of it all all ready steamy unknown soothed by a warmed wrapped universe stand you there now you a man of men a progenitor of your time to be a sympathetic highly regarded dully appointed soon more gesturing world commanding demanding expanding steady to the heed and call of realms and vibrations of expectations and grounding on anchored sea bottoms tethered to the darkest of nights causeways in finger tipped grasps and tip-toed acquaintances all shine to cheers afloat on the seas joyously released then found, then gone arrived here now dad I’m home
robert-gretczko
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
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