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Clinging hard metallic walls with veins ******* sweetness from little leftovers trickling down the gorse stayed dancing between open spaces of hell and heaven. Death like tussle with elements yellow blooms suckled  pollen from air vents travelling in the streams passing within reach shedding its seeds into the waiting arms of rare  tourist birds sojourning in the skyways of distribution and danger. The gorse started small, spread quickly and took over the countryside with no one watching. The caliphate was born under the black hood of death and the guns aimed at all with scimitars of control too late to stem or seep the spreading venom. Whole armies now sacrificed on the altar of ideals. The crusades will begin again. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Gorse
Clinging hard metallic walls with veins ******* sweetness from little leftovers trickling down the gorse stayed dancing between open spaces of hell and heaven. Death like tussle with elements yellow blooms suckled  pollen from air vents travelling in the streams passing within reach shedding its seeds into the waiting arms of rare  tourist birds sojourning in the skyways of distribution and danger. The gorse started small, spread quickly and took over the countryside with no one watching. The caliphate was born under the black hood of death and the guns aimed at all with scimitars of control too late to stem or seep the spreading venom. Whole armies now sacrificed on the altar of ideals. The crusades will begin again. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
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