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Tundralabra My amethyst fist in sank soil on a rank day where my hour clocks in at Forever at a time while Time is a dream on a perpetual porch… I slip into my own blood in the guise of a lightning bolt murdering my dullard. With Open Eyes. I come up! when the conversation is lapsing into a whimsy that snarls at Death… and when I have no pigeons to tell Nothing too… I have no Reason to not Keep a Sky for Myself. II Here I come from slumber’s thunderous churning in more mornings than your handful of Nightfall… I watch you frame an echo like a Fool under glass and carry on in your slim way weaving Madrigals of Low tolerance where a Pantomime Horse had a better chance at being an Indian than You! I’m Chaucer with a softer brick. And Balloons!
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
Tundralabra
Tundralabra My amethyst fist in sank soil on a rank day where my hour clocks in at Forever at a time while Time is a dream on a perpetual porch… I slip into my own blood in the guise of a lightning bolt murdering my dullard. With Open Eyes. I come up! when the conversation is lapsing into a whimsy that snarls at Death… and when I have no pigeons to tell Nothing too… I have no Reason to not Keep a Sky for Myself. II Here I come from slumber’s thunderous churning in more mornings than your handful of Nightfall… I watch you frame an echo like a Fool under glass and carry on in your slim way weaving Madrigals of Low tolerance where a Pantomime Horse had a better chance at being an Indian than You! I’m Chaucer with a softer brick. And Balloons!
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
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