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Going within to feel the war moves.The pagan gods have come out on parole. Was it an esoteric event to propitiate a violative divinity? From crude to soft affirmative nod, I am going to- see the game of chairs. Between sin and virtue, wrong and right, nonage always jumps into.Too proud to accept the defeat.First the annihilation and then the fathering. This genesis had no design no vision.A miraculous journey downhill.The dawn is still faraway.Nightlong agony will continue. Unclenched I hold the pen to say nothing.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
Armless Salutation
Going within to feel the war moves.The pagan gods have come out on parole. Was it an esoteric event to propitiate a violative divinity? From crude to soft affirmative nod, I am going to- see the game of chairs. Between sin and virtue, wrong and right, nonage always jumps into.Too proud to accept the defeat.First the annihilation and then the fathering. This genesis had no design no vision.A miraculous journey downhill.The dawn is still faraway.Nightlong agony will continue. Unclenched I hold the pen to say nothing.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
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