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this fog xeroxes a blank mind... dues eX machina. curled up in bright raindrops that cling to the idea of a branch. as a certain Mr. Darko stabs at a mirror...Bunnymen Echo through the fog. diving down the holes of her "Killing Moon". those songful submissions of dire lyrical agency. Mr. Darko will stare out impolitely...till the lunar mission completes itself.
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
Dues eX Machina
this fog xeroxes a blank mind... dues eX machina. curled up in bright raindrops that cling to the idea of a branch. as a certain Mr. Darko stabs at a mirror...Bunnymen Echo through the fog. diving down the holes of her "Killing Moon". those songful submissions of dire lyrical agency. Mr. Darko will stare out impolitely...till the lunar mission completes itself.
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
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