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Weather turning over ground, into rocks of foreign towns. Shaping up to look apart. Even after every start. Winds consume the lightened waste. Picture perfect grown day. Tempered form beyond the wall, window open closet call. Fury beaten haste arrange, crashing, rolling under fate. Slipping, stalling, sorrow round. Up above the far cry sounds, baby snoring is believe, whispers wanton grief of need. Full and stationed pure to go, rested beaten collection row. Covers street like streams of deed, asking only what receeds. Clear as ever pavement black, down so ruff exceeds the back. Cradled in the pocket frown, escapes all surrounding fount. Jubilent and seeping in, love remote pressured when.
Posted on: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 02:45:47 +0000

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