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In days of emergence and growth... Hidden nestled confusion identity; April blossoming evermore subtle. The felled tree rooted staunchly. Stuck within syllabus. Bound by a soften hand, gently caressed and unsure. Phasing the conception of man. Regardless of strength to endure. Microcosm of macronutrients; stunting the intellectual growth. Ideally opinion held limbo. Dreaming remaining upspoke. Trees who are felled, still crying the sap. Forever stuck in this rut, a calamity of traps. Hence of alteration. Out of this body, with little mind. Trickling down the web; and upon my spine. Addiction, headaches, sleep walking. Cocktails of the past. Stuck in relapse, with little to know. Or how fast.
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
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In days of emergence and growth... Hidden nestled confusion identity; April blossoming evermore subtle. The felled tree rooted staunchly. Stuck within syllabus. Bound by a soften hand, gently caressed and unsure. Phasing the conception of man. Regardless of strength to endure. Microcosm of macronutrients; stunting the intellectual growth. Ideally opinion held limbo. Dreaming remaining upspoke. Trees who are felled, still crying the sap. Forever stuck in this rut, a calamity of traps. Hence of alteration. Out of this body, with little mind. Trickling down the web; and upon my spine. Addiction, headaches, sleep walking. Cocktails of the past. Stuck in relapse, with little to know. Or how fast.
Ophelica
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
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