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In a midnight lamentation, the soul (suppressed) of reprobation, wallowed in wasted conspiracies- unjust (censored) confirmations. My shoes (foundation) which were half on, stained the beer (love), which was half gone, that he camped- (devoted) so entitled, marvelously, (masculine) so magnificently upon. Ongoing obstacles, alluring alike, repressed restraints depicted, despite- ones that evaded, encompassed our love, which freshly, faithfully, finally took-flight. That beer (blazing) tottered so temping- wrongfully, radiantly, reluctantly-right! It swiveling-and-spinning, (dangling) around the axis of life, Makes this, yet another- lamentation in the night.
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Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 2:22 AM UTC
Midnight Lament
In a midnight lamentation, the soul (suppressed) of reprobation, wallowed in wasted conspiracies- unjust (censored) confirmations. My shoes (foundation) which were half on, stained the beer (love), which was half gone, that he camped- (devoted) so entitled, marvelously, (masculine) so magnificently upon. Ongoing obstacles, alluring alike, repressed restraints depicted, despite- ones that evaded, encompassed our love, which freshly, faithfully, finally took-flight. That beer (blazing) tottered so temping- wrongfully, radiantly, reluctantly-right! It swiveling-and-spinning, (dangling) around the axis of life, Makes this, yet another- lamentation in the night.
michelle-e-alba
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34/F/Dominican
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 2:22 AM UTC
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