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The white noise masks my thoughts; Screaming so loud The sound cannot be fought. An owl of fine repetition; Aging against time, He beckons me.
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
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The white noise masks my thoughts; Screaming so loud The sound cannot be fought. An owl of fine repetition; Aging against time, He beckons me.
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nicole-r
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
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