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Eye sore at  Cisco the weight of the World veers unwaveringly. Careless whispers prevaricate, what was strong now senses its own weightlessness, floating on, circles loosen, traces of people deep in our recesses slip through the  minds flotsam.
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Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
Nutmeg whispers
Eye sore at  Cisco the weight of the World veers unwaveringly. Careless whispers prevaricate, what was strong now senses its own weightlessness, floating on, circles loosen, traces of people deep in our recesses slip through the  minds flotsam.
jo-spencer
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Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
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