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hours belong to trending questions inferior stupidity is a conundrum to confusion we looked for the answers in illuminated conversations constantly seeking frenzied inflections in their speech indications in moods were scrutinized strange approaches to most languid illusions then nature bloomed a wall it surrounded primitive cerulean depths tunneling down into infinite beautiful spheres below ghostly fitted harmonies the smell of past annoyances breathing new life into coffins long ignored by my credence no one knew that she hardly established a sufficient impression whether there had been potential or not I would never know moments of interior harm would come to a virginal mirage I walked the child away feeling like you stained his youthful soul
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
Wakefield Station
hours belong to trending questions inferior stupidity is a conundrum to confusion we looked for the answers in illuminated conversations constantly seeking frenzied inflections in their speech indications in moods were scrutinized strange approaches to most languid illusions then nature bloomed a wall it surrounded primitive cerulean depths tunneling down into infinite beautiful spheres below ghostly fitted harmonies the smell of past annoyances breathing new life into coffins long ignored by my credence no one knew that she hardly established a sufficient impression whether there had been potential or not I would never know moments of interior harm would come to a virginal mirage I walked the child away feeling like you stained his youthful soul
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
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