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to oh sweet nothins. to sitting cross-legged kinda bluesin', mostly boozin'. desk-liquor now found floor-liquor, feelin' a faux pas here. kinda like a hoodie over sweater, but that's all some urban legend. digressing with complete definition loss, and stopping when called out.                                             (lapse) venturing on when foot snag leads to caught trip. going back. about ten and eight times 'round, when the sun was to be overthrown. of when scree led to blooded footpath home. starting points are always turn mythology, and that point's Muse haunts rest of followed fate.                                             (lapse)
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
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to oh sweet nothins. to sitting cross-legged kinda bluesin', mostly boozin'. desk-liquor now found floor-liquor, feelin' a faux pas here. kinda like a hoodie over sweater, but that's all some urban legend. digressing with complete definition loss, and stopping when called out.                                             (lapse) venturing on when foot snag leads to caught trip. going back. about ten and eight times 'round, when the sun was to be overthrown. of when scree led to blooded footpath home. starting points are always turn mythology, and that point's Muse haunts rest of followed fate.                                             (lapse)
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Moroccan
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
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