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In the midst of all this there lies a cloud, peeking above from the river tops unwilling to be smothered with the flocks of crows and it shows just what it desires – Rays that almost seem blinding; Only kind that boosts energy Hinder the loss that was once expected Unhidden silence lingers through day and night, Triggering what was forgotten Had it not been for the laughter She would have become more senile But could it be that she knew all along? That there is a certain order to the Counterfeits and deficit mischief? Once a tot, then a youngster who was reassured thoughtlessly Transcending into the woman who she wanted to be Starting the day off with caffeine; ending the day with caffeine it is now a routine that is hard to break but it is the only medium that she can dive into -- an exquisite ensemble. Earthy fixtures of land oozes pungent smoke from railroads, paving the doubt that squanders unknowingly. Or at least it would be the last on her mind Before it crawls back up, swallowing the good first and then the bad: filling up the lungs, the heart, and eventually the innermost.
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
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In the midst of all this there lies a cloud, peeking above from the river tops unwilling to be smothered with the flocks of crows and it shows just what it desires – Rays that almost seem blinding; Only kind that boosts energy Hinder the loss that was once expected Unhidden silence lingers through day and night, Triggering what was forgotten Had it not been for the laughter She would have become more senile But could it be that she knew all along? That there is a certain order to the Counterfeits and deficit mischief? Once a tot, then a youngster who was reassured thoughtlessly Transcending into the woman who she wanted to be Starting the day off with caffeine; ending the day with caffeine it is now a routine that is hard to break but it is the only medium that she can dive into -- an exquisite ensemble. Earthy fixtures of land oozes pungent smoke from railroads, paving the doubt that squanders unknowingly. Or at least it would be the last on her mind Before it crawls back up, swallowing the good first and then the bad: filling up the lungs, the heart, and eventually the innermost.
June 25, 2017
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violavics
25/Texas
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
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