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And so this bold new script descry the fever'd dream of boy departed upon the roads of chance full hearted I know the who and when not why. For a time ago I knew myself but Cynical is a bird of stealth Did steal the guise with harshest cry to pick apart with drooling maw with fickle beak like jackadaw and so he's left for eyes to pry upon the hollow form beneath No character so self bequeathed.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Self Reflection Sunday
And so this bold new script descry the fever'd dream of boy departed upon the roads of chance full hearted I know the who and when not why. For a time ago I knew myself but Cynical is a bird of stealth Did steal the guise with harshest cry to pick apart with drooling maw with fickle beak like jackadaw and so he's left for eyes to pry upon the hollow form beneath No character so self bequeathed.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
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