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affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
I've decided to take an over, and over--make it out. Alive
We will wear a school uniform omorrow,
which basically means they didn't come,
because, if the libertines taught us anything, it's syphilis.
Die poetically.
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