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Oct 09, 2013 01:50

cold flash half past happenstance old man dance buckled rafters necromantic alchemy she subdued free will until smoke signaled new imagery depraved by pretty-anti-symetry too soon to survive the time arrived to decide that death is memory, and possibly ill prepared for an enemy blood tame twenty astranged matriarch, three degree decaying card, playing loud, humming clouds coughing ash strumming masking agent silver stash ground cache the sepia people, pores drippin sap stealing stillborns, can't we? catnipped napping sore for far many more closed call last past its curtains for certain in the saucer and blown out distortion pink plastic document any old contortion out of doors with it female myth male occupant

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