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too eager, the mortician, to exercise his art, not slowing to check breath or heart before pronouncing his slumbering child’s term: where gelatin and jade could not preserve Innocence’s stare, Chemical would insure the fix and hold of Age’s cynical glare.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
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too eager, the mortician, to exercise his art, not slowing to check breath or heart before pronouncing his slumbering child’s term: where gelatin and jade could not preserve Innocence’s stare, Chemical would insure the fix and hold of Age’s cynical glare.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
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