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With passing days queued up for the forecast foreseeable Tuck into the routines' reserves deplete when permissible Shot through the feet with what we can't forget run on through the limp past the end of the sentence and sit In the glow remain undeveloped stay unreconstructed drop the curtain on scenes interrupted Dot your i's with up-slanted slash marks sparks fill my eyes when I read through your retorts Blank page. Blank page. A waltz through a minefield reeling jigs over headstones when digging through plain white lines
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
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With passing days queued up for the forecast foreseeable Tuck into the routines' reserves deplete when permissible Shot through the feet with what we can't forget run on through the limp past the end of the sentence and sit In the glow remain undeveloped stay unreconstructed drop the curtain on scenes interrupted Dot your i's with up-slanted slash marks sparks fill my eyes when I read through your retorts Blank page. Blank page. A waltz through a minefield reeling jigs over headstones when digging through plain white lines
kyle-kulseth
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
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