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We didn't-- Comprehend-his-daemon Upon a precipice of Rounded metallic. They wouldn't mimic Pixies regurgitating Amino acids, For no accord Of constellation. We sat-- She sits- They disturb ontological Passives first, never thinking. This girl would watch At wigwam pace because-- Instead of learning Who and how... Our dry hearts, pumped dust.
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Wigwam Pixie
We didn't-- Comprehend-his-daemon Upon a precipice of Rounded metallic. They wouldn't mimic Pixies regurgitating Amino acids, For no accord Of constellation. We sat-- She sits- They disturb ontological Passives first, never thinking. This girl would watch At wigwam pace because-- Instead of learning Who and how... Our dry hearts, pumped dust.
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
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