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~ *Elegies entering the lists, in absentia, the prayer of blood broken at its spine. Ah, how minding days trampoline and joust, like those days beyond recall thrown into the fire. The persistence of memory is a series of F-stops, the fountain of youth a spring of well-being and then forever nothingness. We've reached the prophetic day, I feel the coming wrath in the whites of their eyes: I dream of wires and sleep by godless windows, the sound of untamed rivers chanting passions misplaced and of the absence of belief —the true ***** of man. Take one last look at the structure of morality before it closes down. One last look...* ~
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Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 12:14 PM UTC
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~ *Elegies entering the lists, in absentia, the prayer of blood broken at its spine. Ah, how minding days trampoline and joust, like those days beyond recall thrown into the fire. The persistence of memory is a series of F-stops, the fountain of youth a spring of well-being and then forever nothingness. We've reached the prophetic day, I feel the coming wrath in the whites of their eyes: I dream of wires and sleep by godless windows, the sound of untamed rivers chanting passions misplaced and of the absence of belief —the true ***** of man. Take one last look at the structure of morality before it closes down. One last look...* ~
Carlo-C-Gomez
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56/M/The Exclusion Zone
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 12:14 PM UTC
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