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They always were as they are now, weaving there toes between the earth. Do you know how many footsteps can move the earth beneath the impressions of the gravity of there every single motion.                                                                "No neither me, But their inclination of premature motivation is the driving force between every footstep that greets with forward motions. The phosphorescent blossom that is held within each others possession that neither will relinquish.                                                                                                                         "Does breath extinguish hope, No it revitalises that which was given luminosity through words of encouragement, for when the foreboding Cimmerian clings to the edges of what was vivid but now dulled by the effects of a stain that inclines upon the naivety of creations breath.                                                       "How many flickers make a light, That was the inevitable questioning of everything that followed, every breath that was extinguished suffocated from existences unobscured exhalation. But breath cant be asphyxiated if each hold an respiration of a lingering flicker. Each did breath for the other. "Though a radiance  is extinguished,                         "There is always another burning bright,
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
Luminosity Walks A Steady Pace
They always were as they are now, weaving there toes between the earth. Do you know how many footsteps can move the earth beneath the impressions of the gravity of there every single motion.                                                                "No neither me, But their inclination of premature motivation is the driving force between every footstep that greets with forward motions. The phosphorescent blossom that is held within each others possession that neither will relinquish.                                                                                                                         "Does breath extinguish hope, No it revitalises that which was given luminosity through words of encouragement, for when the foreboding Cimmerian clings to the edges of what was vivid but now dulled by the effects of a stain that inclines upon the naivety of creations breath.                                                       "How many flickers make a light, That was the inevitable questioning of everything that followed, every breath that was extinguished suffocated from existences unobscured exhalation. But breath cant be asphyxiated if each hold an respiration of a lingering flicker. Each did breath for the other. "Though a radiance  is extinguished,                         "There is always another burning bright,
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
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