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Existence is fallow Upon the sheaths of grey Transparent in the slides Omnipresent crawling In with no other Inflated into, frozen in Panes of glass Brazen ice tell me your name Internal tread on jags He in his own bloating Of crashing white sun on The surface plain.
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
My days of white
Existence is fallow Upon the sheaths of grey Transparent in the slides Omnipresent crawling In with no other Inflated into, frozen in Panes of glass Brazen ice tell me your name Internal tread on jags He in his own bloating Of crashing white sun on The surface plain.
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
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