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In the civilization game The mind is a sphinx riddle Signpost projectiles suffice to be words Can you be centered in intimacy Knowingness consuming vulnerabilty? Our shadows are our ruins Illuminating social foliage Love's incisive lacerations Conforming to moral memory I savor the overwhelming
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
Overwhelming
In the civilization game The mind is a sphinx riddle Signpost projectiles suffice to be words Can you be centered in intimacy Knowingness consuming vulnerabilty? Our shadows are our ruins Illuminating social foliage Love's incisive lacerations Conforming to moral memory I savor the overwhelming
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
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