The noon whom tired
Play with its feet in the rush hour pools
And On the other side
A sudden Wall
Staring at his self made Lime
And made ******* look over my on amaze
As a vigilant rood
Wearing a trunk neck injected in him
Again
As an infantile ricochet
In the crowd
The same lost figured
It is still me within
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
The noon whom tired
Play with its feet in the rush hour pools
And On the other side
A sudden Wall
Staring at his self made Lime
And made ******* look over my on amaze
As a vigilant rood
Wearing a trunk neck injected in him
Again
As an infantile ricochet
In the crowd
The same lost figured
It is still me within
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