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[eyes gazing out beneath heavy lids] i've done that a lot lately, walking [mind twenty-odd miles away] into doors that haven't been opened [feet move faster than my head] yet, fingers clenched around a **** [nose hits first; check for blood] that's only been halfway turned. [won't happen again, sweartofuckinggod]
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
lokan lori ọrọ
[eyes gazing out beneath heavy lids] i've done that a lot lately, walking [mind twenty-odd miles away] into doors that haven't been opened [feet move faster than my head] yet, fingers clenched around a **** [nose hits first; check for blood] that's only been halfway turned. [won't happen again, sweartofuckinggod]
lokan lori ọrọ : mind over matter in yoruba form
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
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