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The Gamers on their consoles sporty juveniles and adolescent matures The Liars are as per usual giving it the burn The warped Politicians always in the murky throes The sheep will always be baa baa baaing all day and night that's all they do except when they gambol hopping and skipping To the twisted obsessives its become their raison d'être what else here The realist, truth-seeker and grounded sages know the rules of the game is there are no rules to chase what bars honest fellowship but dishonesty what stops genuine acts but dis-ingenuity Truths never know fear to reach out A real angel knows the numbers of all the stars in the sky and can touch the crown If its real, if its real, if its real
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Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
Dud seeds, no doubts..........
The Gamers on their consoles sporty juveniles and adolescent matures The Liars are as per usual giving it the burn The warped Politicians always in the murky throes The sheep will always be baa baa baaing all day and night that's all they do except when they gambol hopping and skipping To the twisted obsessives its become their raison d'être what else here The realist, truth-seeker and grounded sages know the rules of the game is there are no rules to chase what bars honest fellowship but dishonesty what stops genuine acts but dis-ingenuity Truths never know fear to reach out A real angel knows the numbers of all the stars in the sky and can touch the crown If its real, if its real, if its real
yenson
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M/London
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
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