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You had sung of grapes too and transposed curious waves of hair. But the icon grafted next to namesake had borne no resemblance. A spectral fire (you). I exorcise the evidence and tear down your temples. A different current caught you another foreign wave.
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Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC
From words not meant for me:
You had sung of grapes too and transposed curious waves of hair. But the icon grafted next to namesake had borne no resemblance. A spectral fire (you). I exorcise the evidence and tear down your temples. A different current caught you another foreign wave.
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Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC
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