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You've played marvelously. You've been what I wanted. You've maintained the perfect amount of disconnection of apathy of nonchalance and disinterest And it has driven me mad. I've been writing songs about you. You've got me the perfect kind of obsessed of committed of infected and controlled I mean, don't get me wrong: My rhetoric gives the false impression That I'm not enjoying this immensely. It's been a long time since anyone moved like you. I could accuse you of cheating But only in embitterment Only because I don't want to be drowned In rules I don't remember. There's something tragic here. But it's the perfect kind of adversity of affliction of infelicity Of tragedy.
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May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
The Fall, Part 2.
You've played marvelously. You've been what I wanted. You've maintained the perfect amount of disconnection of apathy of nonchalance and disinterest And it has driven me mad. I've been writing songs about you. You've got me the perfect kind of obsessed of committed of infected and controlled I mean, don't get me wrong: My rhetoric gives the false impression That I'm not enjoying this immensely. It's been a long time since anyone moved like you. I could accuse you of cheating But only in embitterment Only because I don't want to be drowned In rules I don't remember. There's something tragic here. But it's the perfect kind of adversity of affliction of infelicity Of tragedy.
hank-desroches
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May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
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