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I am one container for thousands of lives for the speculated soul. I am the hard drive shameful admission I am not solid state. The years reach from the distance begin the rising twisted branch begin the pool of circumstance the water in the ripened fruit I pull. The brain is spinning discus over the designated RPM under the needle watch the structure fragment and the identities go spinning at the needle drop. None of the names are my own name, or maybe I've owned them all. I'm all?
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Amalgamizer
I am one container for thousands of lives for the speculated soul. I am the hard drive shameful admission I am not solid state. The years reach from the distance begin the rising twisted branch begin the pool of circumstance the water in the ripened fruit I pull. The brain is spinning discus over the designated RPM under the needle watch the structure fragment and the identities go spinning at the needle drop. None of the names are my own name, or maybe I've owned them all. I'm all?
Simillacrum
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
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