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A flower opens its head amid a pilgrimaging fire... one-pointed in color, alone knowing what it means. Vibrating the life of that color unbrokenly--a vow perfectly kept. Our earth's heart strewing her joyous criers...something an extraterrestrial would anoint its forehead-space with.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
Joyous Criers
A flower opens its head amid a pilgrimaging fire... one-pointed in color, alone knowing what it means. Vibrating the life of that color unbrokenly--a vow perfectly kept. Our earth's heart strewing her joyous criers...something an extraterrestrial would anoint its forehead-space with.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
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