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To tell- Neither a raven nor a mouse Could see my peacock Tale. I hold proxy panama And why-born wyvern Anomalies in-- Hindering hands. The planets speak sometimes With wrinkled minds and skin, It's my 'winter hair' They scream in Silver petals. I'm copper-rain- -now Adjoining to the finch Burdening blackbirds With my teeth. We as everyone like to- ***** on our feet and- Watch as dinosaurs Evolve tongues that-- Paint.
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
Why Bore Winter
To tell- Neither a raven nor a mouse Could see my peacock Tale. I hold proxy panama And why-born wyvern Anomalies in-- Hindering hands. The planets speak sometimes With wrinkled minds and skin, It's my 'winter hair' They scream in Silver petals. I'm copper-rain- -now Adjoining to the finch Burdening blackbirds With my teeth. We as everyone like to- ***** on our feet and- Watch as dinosaurs Evolve tongues that-- Paint.
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Sep 18, 2014
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