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life fends its ache in a solid state of lumber stretches grouted brawn and sets its stresses on duty gaseous pollution meets the daylight a warming flatulence of the productivity byproduct labour orb parching an arc over the brow and easing an erase into the eve then to the night solution a fluid of festivity *** excite in arts and the conduct a canvas of tincture to suspend our culture                         in-bedded the witching hour is only a blink a jiff and a wink a humour in the plasma state break the process is reignited and for that brief movement cleaned out of heads we are simple guided
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Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 2:11 PM UTC
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life fends its ache in a solid state of lumber stretches grouted brawn and sets its stresses on duty gaseous pollution meets the daylight a warming flatulence of the productivity byproduct labour orb parching an arc over the brow and easing an erase into the eve then to the night solution a fluid of festivity *** excite in arts and the conduct a canvas of tincture to suspend our culture                         in-bedded the witching hour is only a blink a jiff and a wink a humour in the plasma state break the process is reignited and for that brief movement cleaned out of heads we are simple guided
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Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 2:11 PM UTC
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