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Refinement is always tethered                  before the lynch of where we should                          balance ourselves. Questionable harmonies between the                     blade of reality clasping at the throat of every word spoken. We perceive ourselves beyond the                          visual aspects of self. But in reality were holding a thorn                 to the silhouette of beauty.           Ready to either asphyxiate our meaning or to cut ourselves from reality.
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
White Roses Never Wilt
Refinement is always tethered                  before the lynch of where we should                          balance ourselves. Questionable harmonies between the                     blade of reality clasping at the throat of every word spoken. We perceive ourselves beyond the                          visual aspects of self. But in reality were holding a thorn                 to the silhouette of beauty.           Ready to either asphyxiate our meaning or to cut ourselves from reality.
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
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