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they say that’s out. No dice. Preposterous. Absurd. Went completely unheard. That was then; this is now. Now is sober reflection in direction. Now is routine. The rest unseen. Now is habit falling into havoc. Now is empty.. whats your trend? To apprehend ****
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
inflicted contempt
they say that’s out. No dice. Preposterous. Absurd. Went completely unheard. That was then; this is now. Now is sober reflection in direction. Now is routine. The rest unseen. Now is habit falling into havoc. Now is empty.. whats your trend? To apprehend ****
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
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