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It's like live how? like you make it copy down the sad crown ride the wheel you made it the strong misguided hatred. -eclipse- Bathing naked The flurried atom swarms and indulgent desires strip me of my latest confirmed identity.   thoughts  and painted-eyes Department earlobe tenants remorse filled by the phantasmagoric patience and comfort of pain. So plain and petty feels  like I'm crying "lone wolf!"  double knot shoe tie finite coffer rusty nails-stick latent reparation clips of manta ray striking tail whips. The core is stifled to trip and fall upon the wet autumn leaves, broken twigs, and an earthly wisdom. Carry us, oh misleading stranger to a different home with Velcro that sticks to platelets and crust that covers elbows. Hatred is stronger for the long-suffering and confusion when what we need is light The fierce reserve beckoned to fight after immobility subsides and clears clutter away from the self-loathing, shame, and spiritual fatigue. Maybe today is the day. This spot is reserved anyway and the wolves seem hungry.
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
Sun of Midnight sLaughter
It's like live how? like you make it copy down the sad crown ride the wheel you made it the strong misguided hatred. -eclipse- Bathing naked The flurried atom swarms and indulgent desires strip me of my latest confirmed identity.   thoughts  and painted-eyes Department earlobe tenants remorse filled by the phantasmagoric patience and comfort of pain. So plain and petty feels  like I'm crying "lone wolf!"  double knot shoe tie finite coffer rusty nails-stick latent reparation clips of manta ray striking tail whips. The core is stifled to trip and fall upon the wet autumn leaves, broken twigs, and an earthly wisdom. Carry us, oh misleading stranger to a different home with Velcro that sticks to platelets and crust that covers elbows. Hatred is stronger for the long-suffering and confusion when what we need is light The fierce reserve beckoned to fight after immobility subsides and clears clutter away from the self-loathing, shame, and spiritual fatigue. Maybe today is the day. This spot is reserved anyway and the wolves seem hungry.
kam-yuks
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kam-yuks
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
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