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Arrived late to the early bird special for the heavens of my mind I'm a hard boiled egg in a soft shell crab waiting to be swallowed by a ***** swamp filled with ugly crocodiles in the same vein  at the same time  Looking for a broader spectrum of potential unknowing whispers  whispered a sweet something about a whole lot of maybes in my ear lobe. Caterpillars sing songs to September  slowly crawling back in time encouraging a butterfly of memories  where two left winged hearts collided making supper with our doubts  about unconcious recollections where we are mapping out the signs of new breakfast and bedrooms. Investigate the vacancies of hearts you wish to keep with an open ended pitch of the other ones who seek you out. Heart's for rent here Who's the last tenant that moved out? Blur kaleidoscope of old addresses with similar layouts  Because you're looking for French bathtubs in old Victorians  And with the right selling line  It's just a vintage room lined with dusty curtains and a sunroof with penetrated ceilings  A character of wills you say, blueprint of rented feelings. Stir a cocktail of shock waves  from stone cold realizations while i mull steadily on my unsure  recollection of what you meant when you said I'm the best thing you've found in a long time.  But that's just a new line you've heard wiser men say So you say it without hesitation and make earlier reservations. God, this could take an hour  Or a second if your patient  Adapt to different payments Unusual affective statements Encase it in sarcastic shell crack it by the cases Sew it at the seams make sure  I seem real sure of your supposed intentions.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Proverbial Backwash
Arrived late to the early bird special for the heavens of my mind I'm a hard boiled egg in a soft shell crab waiting to be swallowed by a ***** swamp filled with ugly crocodiles in the same vein  at the same time  Looking for a broader spectrum of potential unknowing whispers  whispered a sweet something about a whole lot of maybes in my ear lobe. Caterpillars sing songs to September  slowly crawling back in time encouraging a butterfly of memories  where two left winged hearts collided making supper with our doubts  about unconcious recollections where we are mapping out the signs of new breakfast and bedrooms. Investigate the vacancies of hearts you wish to keep with an open ended pitch of the other ones who seek you out. Heart's for rent here Who's the last tenant that moved out? Blur kaleidoscope of old addresses with similar layouts  Because you're looking for French bathtubs in old Victorians  And with the right selling line  It's just a vintage room lined with dusty curtains and a sunroof with penetrated ceilings  A character of wills you say, blueprint of rented feelings. Stir a cocktail of shock waves  from stone cold realizations while i mull steadily on my unsure  recollection of what you meant when you said I'm the best thing you've found in a long time.  But that's just a new line you've heard wiser men say So you say it without hesitation and make earlier reservations. God, this could take an hour  Or a second if your patient  Adapt to different payments Unusual affective statements Encase it in sarcastic shell crack it by the cases Sew it at the seams make sure  I seem real sure of your supposed intentions.
Zphyranthe
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
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