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the best time is our secret when I am blessed with the fortune of circling overhead the debris of your existence and falling in love with your fecund mind each time you don't know it yet, but so many gems live within the bowls of your pain your patterns are ejected from your ancient fears with alarming accuracy a test subject of exiguous view you open the heavens on us all and how you are loved! tomorrow, as usual, I will come and perch on your shoulder and peck at the pieces of your remnant mind it's my job to let you reach your best I cannot apologise for the same thing you do to me
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
circling overhead
the best time is our secret when I am blessed with the fortune of circling overhead the debris of your existence and falling in love with your fecund mind each time you don't know it yet, but so many gems live within the bowls of your pain your patterns are ejected from your ancient fears with alarming accuracy a test subject of exiguous view you open the heavens on us all and how you are loved! tomorrow, as usual, I will come and perch on your shoulder and peck at the pieces of your remnant mind it's my job to let you reach your best I cannot apologise for the same thing you do to me
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
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