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02-27-2016, 05:13 PM
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I grew in this..
numerous true relicts of futuristic moon-lit visions my superstitious true religion we're unisonous, in colour since rubik's, Cubes division Elliot, Doom-a-witting, better yet, my pulse's shrinking by every beat, 92 - tuning systems the youth'll listen to ambiguous rhythms chalking out into muse-less lyrics, a student's living gradual euphoria - from nudes to nipples! ugh, now my prudence kicks in! minutes, but I'm too persistent *sniffles* rudimental fictions it ain't lucrative still, I see it boomeranging as a mural image for a nascent lucid living |
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