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My existence hunches on the surge of homeostasis, Peeking through botany and paralyzed life. These skeletons are coated with flesh, fluid, and cells, An integument the size of my being in spitting distance, Admitting natural flaws with debeaked drains and Demonstrating actual emotion with rearranging face. Narrow wings without sails are flapping noodled, Desperately escaping living reality into paradise In the black eyes which can travel with no hesitation, Development always unfulfilled at clipped appendages. An ordinary watcher devours the ghost souls in limbo; Gravity allows a wallflower to soar away through diverse emptiness.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
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My existence hunches on the surge of homeostasis, Peeking through botany and paralyzed life. These skeletons are coated with flesh, fluid, and cells, An integument the size of my being in spitting distance, Admitting natural flaws with debeaked drains and Demonstrating actual emotion with rearranging face. Narrow wings without sails are flapping noodled, Desperately escaping living reality into paradise In the black eyes which can travel with no hesitation, Development always unfulfilled at clipped appendages. An ordinary watcher devours the ghost souls in limbo; Gravity allows a wallflower to soar away through diverse emptiness.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
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