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These same Bells, thunder my Tame Mind's Design Upon your Fortress knowing your Demand Could lead to Confession; That which Clouds feign, A Ruse much too daunted to Understand Such Meme even the Ripley's Head would scratch And ask Mental Surveys for him to choose As why the Belligerent Leech would latch Even if his Fish shakes her Kisses blue So would these Bells wiggle your Drums allow Then baste Solemnity another Shake As to Theatres burst with Laughter and Bow Throw Bleeding Roses my Heart goes to Wake. As what it seems, the Human by Love's install Programmed to Affect; Wired for Life's All. ‬
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE - TOM DALEY
These same Bells, thunder my Tame Mind's Design Upon your Fortress knowing your Demand Could lead to Confession; That which Clouds feign, A Ruse much too daunted to Understand Such Meme even the Ripley's Head would scratch And ask Mental Surveys for him to choose As why the Belligerent Leech would latch Even if his Fish shakes her Kisses blue So would these Bells wiggle your Drums allow Then baste Solemnity another Shake As to Theatres burst with Laughter and Bow Throw Bleeding Roses my Heart goes to Wake. As what it seems, the Human by Love's install Programmed to Affect; Wired for Life's All. ‬
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
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