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now, swumwe conjure moons between our mouths in the sunshine i'll stay we speak of the mating habits of island sea turtles and my clothing peels away orange pulp between fingers you just wanted to see me clearly i see through a clear glass spectacles i haven't made of myself yet representations of disfiguration within imagination only they dry to crisp shells, once houses of creation, now bacteria frozen in daylight suspended upwards suspending minutes caught in branches children's mischievous kites a benefit dance of airborne diseases fundraising for the future generanow, swum
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psychodelicious Grand Gallery [link]
kisses
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I cradle this body, my temple, and wait,
Whisper of better days,
And I still know so little.
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do you have a secret?
Great gallery
Byebye
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Love your rage, not your cage. - Alan Moore
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salajin
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and i will smile, and laugh and choke
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Violator3 - Analog? Mmmh... it's better than digital.
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Beauty is the water of life..
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