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Dear Someone Near,
The canyon has spread itself younger and too wide again, you can see the mist of it's results in the screams of men /9/
A prowess towards power can cause all will to submit and bend, but then again, when did it not, or at least it would pretend /9/
What scuttle sound silence makes when it leave a room, alone. The mono hollow nothings that pierce the matter of reaching for a goal, utterly impossible. But what it happiness without your blood, right /9/
Tight enough reigns pull far far away from the running mane attached to the back of the bear. The pause in the water, without a ripple placing blade in tune without notice, but all seem to salivate and stare, until they can no longer contain the sight of light /9/
About the time you realize what this actually mean, you will think that you are smarter than you were before you began to read this, but it's not that at all, this is a moment that allows you to move about words in your mind, unconsciously. You cannot summon any shadow to keep you company. The opaque contour entitled to your own reason is not enough, you naturally want more /9/
Given to the take. Sacrificed naked without a single tear to care for you. You are now crumbling inside of the contouring anger. Stuck between the division of safety and satisfying. You are the Jacob of attention. Here, as someone may cross flat ground to see if this is the real, the really real score /9/
Flattened and tossed lightly into the absent thoughts that birds do not even lack or notice. The could be and could be again, have now shown how you should decide that reason to let all come inside of you, to frolic about your uncool nature. You are a user and not a very good one. The damage that you will do will haunt you. It will give you nothing but puking rancid pleasure. Only the value is in the worth. It's like extracting table salt from the mind. The eyes may have it, but they don't want it /9/
How do you even know what a fight it, if you never been to the acts of war and all of your purging embrace. Shallow sweet tacticians approach your willow minded web of fabricated sanctuary. You are a boil on a peel of infected dysentery possibilities. Taken to this passage was only meant to intimidate you into making you honest. The honey lacks. The honey lacks. The honey lacks. Foretold reasons under-cover's back ways into a certain door can you guess what it is before you forget /9/
A prowess towards power can cause all will to submit and bend, but then again, when did it not, or at least it would pretend /9/
What scuttle sound silence makes when it leave a room, alone. The mono hollow nothings that pierce the matter of reaching for a goal, utterly impossible. But what it happiness without your blood, right /9/
Tight enough reigns pull far far away from the running mane attached to the back of the bear. The pause in the water, without a ripple placing blade in tune without notice, but all seem to salivate and stare, until they can no longer contain the sight of light /9/
About the time you realize what this actually mean, you will think that you are smarter than you were before you began to read this, but it's not that at all, this is a moment that allows you to move about words in your mind, unconsciously. You cannot summon any shadow to keep you company. The opaque contour entitled to your own reason is not enough, you naturally want more /9/
Given to the take. Sacrificed naked without a single tear to care for you. You are now crumbling inside of the contouring anger. Stuck between the division of safety and satisfying. You are the Jacob of attention. Here, as someone may cross flat ground to see if this is the real, the really real score /9/
Flattened and tossed lightly into the absent thoughts that birds do not even lack or notice. The could be and could be again, have now shown how you should decide that reason to let all come inside of you, to frolic about your uncool nature. You are a user and not a very good one. The damage that you will do will haunt you. It will give you nothing but puking rancid pleasure. Only the value is in the worth. It's like extracting table salt from the mind. The eyes may have it, but they don't want it /9/
How do you even know what a fight it, if you never been to the acts of war and all of your purging embrace. Shallow sweet tacticians approach your willow minded web of fabricated sanctuary. You are a boil on a peel of infected dysentery possibilities. Taken to this passage was only meant to intimidate you into making you honest. The honey lacks. The honey lacks. The honey lacks. Foretold reasons under-cover's back ways into a certain door can you guess what it is before you forget /9/
Published 21st Jul 2012
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