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they ask what little sisters should why the water is blue when deep how the stones skip uncaring on the surface on the surface we are tied through bloodline vein to vein, spine to spine retched to form through a single woman in 45 hours of neonatal grace echoing anything but silence they are a quiet pair of scissors. mirrors, in perfect function balanced from present lifetimes of subtle practice shimmering in sequence one glammer, one smitten echoes of anything but silence I am that third thing the cog on wings mildly pressed between two perfectly pounding structures smiling in the buffer I am drafting, a stick on the ripple.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Pond Skipping With Twins
they ask what little sisters should why the water is blue when deep how the stones skip uncaring on the surface on the surface we are tied through bloodline vein to vein, spine to spine retched to form through a single woman in 45 hours of neonatal grace echoing anything but silence they are a quiet pair of scissors. mirrors, in perfect function balanced from present lifetimes of subtle practice shimmering in sequence one glammer, one smitten echoes of anything but silence I am that third thing the cog on wings mildly pressed between two perfectly pounding structures smiling in the buffer I am drafting, a stick on the ripple.
glen-brunson
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
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