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You collapsed― on the stairs in frenzy falling into a debt trap. The moon was asking back his pain. This was a naked aggression. Kitchen was not ready for roots and flowers and footprints of staggering price of being alive. Riding in a Humvee, the rhetoric fails. The lies become spiteful. Your arms holding a wavering testament. Religion of sending a young legate of death, to veiled untouchables, to spread the glitter of bones and red meat. A gift of asking to become blind, nothing less.
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
Always Self-Deception
You collapsed― on the stairs in frenzy falling into a debt trap. The moon was asking back his pain. This was a naked aggression. Kitchen was not ready for roots and flowers and footprints of staggering price of being alive. Riding in a Humvee, the rhetoric fails. The lies become spiteful. Your arms holding a wavering testament. Religion of sending a young legate of death, to veiled untouchables, to spread the glitter of bones and red meat. A gift of asking to become blind, nothing less.
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
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