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The rapid desolate images swallowing who they scream for, her. Empty desire, drowning in what's real. Majority; non-existing. Present wanting. Presence, dishonest to the societal family.
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
Isolations.
The rapid desolate images swallowing who they scream for, her. Empty desire, drowning in what's real. Majority; non-existing. Present wanting. Presence, dishonest to the societal family.
julia-veron
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
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