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Phantom posture cocked its spear and stuck it to another friend like an unglued Quasimodo The incense of a level-headed fate tosses its burn from one context to another breath consumption sarcasm And all that remains are matchstick stumps as clues to the promise of origins birth a dance and a sprain Feral intimations of mortality eating on bonds like rust And I can't even ask for a turn without knocking on the ignorance-enforced door of self-promotion Violation via Wolverine caress Feel-good stories strip-searched by a generation ***** for conspiracy theories
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
PHANTOM POSTURE
Phantom posture cocked its spear and stuck it to another friend like an unglued Quasimodo The incense of a level-headed fate tosses its burn from one context to another breath consumption sarcasm And all that remains are matchstick stumps as clues to the promise of origins birth a dance and a sprain Feral intimations of mortality eating on bonds like rust And I can't even ask for a turn without knocking on the ignorance-enforced door of self-promotion Violation via Wolverine caress Feel-good stories strip-searched by a generation ***** for conspiracy theories
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
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