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Ripped, torn, misconstrued ribbons, from hand to fist rivals of the paste and glue rhyme, prose, unholy trist Wiles, words, and wisdom worn, on body and on head wishes for better systems winding up, not dead Driving, directing, an epiphany determined thoughts, not always said dynamic in your company portents and bones, that Ive' read
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
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Ripped, torn, misconstrued ribbons, from hand to fist rivals of the paste and glue rhyme, prose, unholy trist Wiles, words, and wisdom worn, on body and on head wishes for better systems winding up, not dead Driving, directing, an epiphany determined thoughts, not always said dynamic in your company portents and bones, that Ive' read
Always wondered at those old movies where they roll the bones and find something, that makes me go "what? where'd ya see that?" :D
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
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