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Transient action I wonder if he wanted to Geometrically pinpoint constellations Pastel hues in a camouflage fashion Springtime daisy blooms What wicked way comes If she thought she could auto not It was a choir singing harpsichord In street trash gutter subterfuge The tops of trees swayed in the winds With the gated cage striations
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
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Transient action I wonder if he wanted to Geometrically pinpoint constellations Pastel hues in a camouflage fashion Springtime daisy blooms What wicked way comes If she thought she could auto not It was a choir singing harpsichord In street trash gutter subterfuge The tops of trees swayed in the winds With the gated cage striations
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
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