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when the mind becomes numb a skull can be dissected to show its cavities cavities are the orbit of the eyes an old Indian saying? I noticed you really just want to annihilate me not comfort you. There is a blood meal in me ready to explode   a tombed implosion an imprisoned womb. But it's too late for that time is personal and lately, voices. I fear the indecipherable is now decipherable I see in Moriah, Jonah, and Tyler, incredible nations Cree, why didn't you listen to me! can you taste my saliva? get over it! you know the skull was dissected to show the cavities of the orbit of the suns.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Notes for a grave to be
when the mind becomes numb a skull can be dissected to show its cavities cavities are the orbit of the eyes an old Indian saying? I noticed you really just want to annihilate me not comfort you. There is a blood meal in me ready to explode   a tombed implosion an imprisoned womb. But it's too late for that time is personal and lately, voices. I fear the indecipherable is now decipherable I see in Moriah, Jonah, and Tyler, incredible nations Cree, why didn't you listen to me! can you taste my saliva? get over it! you know the skull was dissected to show the cavities of the orbit of the suns.
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Mar 13, 2019
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