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ride past the afterglow then out the pasture beige fields on both sides shrug out of it drift toward the crossroads as lights provoke vigilance halt in a metallic mess punctured in performance with no nirvana to speak of
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
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ride past the afterglow then out the pasture beige fields on both sides shrug out of it drift toward the crossroads as lights provoke vigilance halt in a metallic mess punctured in performance with no nirvana to speak of
Gadus
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
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