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Find me the conditions conducive to life, and I will be unable to find any fulfilled. It is in our nature always to want, mass, more, supplementary. Without quench will be need. Possibly more? Will one brave; lonely and just, be enough? Life only prolonging a barmy parody until confronted with one of seven? Found guilty on all accounts, failing even, to screen their future.
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
Greed
Find me the conditions conducive to life, and I will be unable to find any fulfilled. It is in our nature always to want, mass, more, supplementary. Without quench will be need. Possibly more? Will one brave; lonely and just, be enough? Life only prolonging a barmy parody until confronted with one of seven? Found guilty on all accounts, failing even, to screen their future.
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
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