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. The forced tangent of life became an adventure that lost and so this shell sits on air reflecting a balance of the cost. There was an instant in time where the physical held its sway, pushing back the dark of years and emerging into a sunny day. But the blush of an eye moment rebuilds a visage of ancients. The turbulence of discord asserts the demise and sin of patience. © Pagan Paul (02/02/18)
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
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. The forced tangent of life became an adventure that lost and so this shell sits on air reflecting a balance of the cost. There was an instant in time where the physical held its sway, pushing back the dark of years and emerging into a sunny day. But the blush of an eye moment rebuilds a visage of ancients. The turbulence of discord asserts the demise and sin of patience. © Pagan Paul (02/02/18)
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