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i will rub the liniment of self-made into my soul or else i get the hose again coral and porous i walk spotless through anemones and crystalline sea floor forests allergic to tree ***** and tiny green armies of self-propagating space dust inimitably flippant bourgeoisie teetotalling kommandant gone in a puff of turmeric lifted to the world of spirits like a vestibule on a scissor-lift
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
you scrub and you scrub
i will rub the liniment of self-made into my soul or else i get the hose again coral and porous i walk spotless through anemones and crystalline sea floor forests allergic to tree ***** and tiny green armies of self-propagating space dust inimitably flippant bourgeoisie teetotalling kommandant gone in a puff of turmeric lifted to the world of spirits like a vestibule on a scissor-lift
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
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