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surface_tension
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u24
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i wish i could think of something nonvapid to write here. it's such a promising title. so sorry to disappoint you all.
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z
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over: the seeps of it ride the event horizon and the edge is the sky is the limit is the force that pushes and pushes back with taughtness and fluid grace and stops.
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z
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zeke random description oily refraction clings to stems poking through grey black water making tiny taughtness between many stalks that reflect not quite midday sun on waves of 5/8 time with accents on 3 an 5. 040701
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060428
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sirflaccid
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Ohay, I have really got to stop for the night. This is coming off as a really big asshole, but that is not the intent at all. Maybe, slightly jaded.
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060429
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sirflaccid
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and drunk...
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060429
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megan
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30 drops on the face of a penny... 6,000 on mine
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060430
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hIsIg
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social
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110127
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unhinged
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don't_ever_fucking_question that i love you don't_ever_fucking_question that that's why we'll probably never get along if i was better at finding the right words to say i wouldn't need to write these motherfucking songs atmosphere
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110128
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unhinged
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you under my covers i felt your hands twitching to grab me close (if_only we could cuddle)
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perfectly_chaotic
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moves me, propels me, it makes me go a long way from home. It puts on a play. Shakes me, stirs me, toys with me and I grow. Shuts one's mouth a bit. Really? You don't say? When the screen shows all, off your horse you fall, you fade. You lose it all, in the short display. When tension is gone, that's when you don't call. The s'prise left, our time's bound to be small.
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110129
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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