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Flowers creek against the pressure from The wind, Subtle melody Erupting in a Brilliant burst of Melancholy. Seldom does the Breeze go Noticed. These bones Will soon begin To rust, laid Placidly atop the aching Blades of grass, soothed only By the Chanted promises of A bitter tongue Safely lodged within the moist mouth of Godless head Of Thick Tangled Hair. Abrupt reconciliation realigns The spine as the Soil remains ever Inviting.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
Creek.
Flowers creek against the pressure from The wind, Subtle melody Erupting in a Brilliant burst of Melancholy. Seldom does the Breeze go Noticed. These bones Will soon begin To rust, laid Placidly atop the aching Blades of grass, soothed only By the Chanted promises of A bitter tongue Safely lodged within the moist mouth of Godless head Of Thick Tangled Hair. Abrupt reconciliation realigns The spine as the Soil remains ever Inviting.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
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