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the inspiration to sleep doesn’t take much if any of the three infernal organs does It’s job one escape is suspension then, not even that grayscale made Technicolor and now it’s with you still slipping, weaving, screaming like kudzu rust pulling away from it like Velcro and for a second peace whilst the reboot- hell, there’s the three again so easy to lapse and away
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Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 5:59 PM UTC
The Inspiration to sleep
the inspiration to sleep doesn’t take much if any of the three infernal organs does It’s job one escape is suspension then, not even that grayscale made Technicolor and now it’s with you still slipping, weaving, screaming like kudzu rust pulling away from it like Velcro and for a second peace whilst the reboot- hell, there’s the three again so easy to lapse and away
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Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 5:59 PM UTC
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