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I can't help but look left while long words march valiantly into the field before the order was given stretching strides molding the Earth around their shoes peeling bark chipping marble with bayonets shaping you and I until paints run mud capturing their shoes for interrogation
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
On 'Lying When the Truth Would Do Just Fine'
I can't help but look left while long words march valiantly into the field before the order was given stretching strides molding the Earth around their shoes peeling bark chipping marble with bayonets shaping you and I until paints run mud capturing their shoes for interrogation
michael-mclean
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
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