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To hold your heart, trained and influenced On my trail, a silhouette  holding smoke,  mine to barter with some item that is not yours.  A shadow of grain in the sticky  thorny roots.    Smoke from the barn's tantric fuselage, below space, to think or in gestures, recreate.  As to observation,  most of all is dark.  I'm spoken to.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
Probably, September.
To hold your heart, trained and influenced On my trail, a silhouette  holding smoke,  mine to barter with some item that is not yours.  A shadow of grain in the sticky  thorny roots.    Smoke from the barn's tantric fuselage, below space, to think or in gestures, recreate.  As to observation,  most of all is dark.  I'm spoken to.
Tragedy
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
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