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Life stretches skywards plucked by an unnamed child and chewed for an hour or so then dropped in a catatonic drool I'm a worse person in my dreams, which one am I really contemplative harrumphing cosmic fractals pose dramatically but the paparazzi is focused elsewhere when my hands cup dropping water it's the same face half-veiled by fire and the trance created by its traipsing limbs leave the men in circuitous conversation
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
Nodus Tollens
Life stretches skywards plucked by an unnamed child and chewed for an hour or so then dropped in a catatonic drool I'm a worse person in my dreams, which one am I really contemplative harrumphing cosmic fractals pose dramatically but the paparazzi is focused elsewhere when my hands cup dropping water it's the same face half-veiled by fire and the trance created by its traipsing limbs leave the men in circuitous conversation
jeff-claycombe
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
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