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Resting on the movement swaying on the rampage which holds me up that image: deceitful buoyancy precocious in its affront vicious in its labyrinth it lies no steady hand controls its path it stays upright, not with will but impish whim it threatens constantly to swerve its meandering course to drop finally in destitution leaving me bare
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Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
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Resting on the movement swaying on the rampage which holds me up that image: deceitful buoyancy precocious in its affront vicious in its labyrinth it lies no steady hand controls its path it stays upright, not with will but impish whim it threatens constantly to swerve its meandering course to drop finally in destitution leaving me bare
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Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
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