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In his own soft cocoon of ever-coagulating, isolated delirium, yodeling in the company of himself alone, a skull of mean bruised meat tarnishes.
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
Laughing at the Moon, Starlit, ****
In his own soft cocoon of ever-coagulating, isolated delirium, yodeling in the company of himself alone, a skull of mean bruised meat tarnishes.
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
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