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tis but a spoken masterpiece that sitteth 'gainst a rock, yet silver tongues hath sharpened swords they've yet to learn to shock. heed, harken, with steadied palm that which betwixt us lies, for time, being time, seems true, but thus, endears solely desecrate flies.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
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tis but a spoken masterpiece that sitteth 'gainst a rock, yet silver tongues hath sharpened swords they've yet to learn to shock. heed, harken, with steadied palm that which betwixt us lies, for time, being time, seems true, but thus, endears solely desecrate flies.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
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