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03-02-2017, 07:50 PM
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💧Love💧
Hurting is a gift, from above
To fly beneath is reigning— Wager your battles heedless— Than have no battle at all; Regretfully, l have no downfall— So I’ll take up, lots of downtime Down in the greatest streets— Like gilded seahorses and shrooms. To have a lot of time; You gotta use both hands. Take a seat, edge first! And relax. The way this was designed— A reminder of god; Like all austere loss— It seems to be the casualties; "Dude, l meant it," Said she to l— So go racily, and fall out Them boys are lovely and loco. There’s a big black ink dummy— Flying upon the dirty nights, Somewhere away from the sky. Somewhat, my gloves drew in!
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03-03-2017, 02:22 AM
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May we have a you tube vid of you reciting this?
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Through the smoke and fog there comes a form ... shape shifting ... could this be the Future?
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