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He wants to revert back to mutism. No thyme― no secrecy. The half-baked pursuit of non-violence, accepting the violence, on other way round. The otherness. You want to identify yourself with a new religion. Terror of anonymity? A night blooming cereus wanted to avoid the sun. And love, must you play desert?
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
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He wants to revert back to mutism. No thyme― no secrecy. The half-baked pursuit of non-violence, accepting the violence, on other way round. The otherness. You want to identify yourself with a new religion. Terror of anonymity? A night blooming cereus wanted to avoid the sun. And love, must you play desert?
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
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