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The Rarity of MuicThe Jazz beat awakened by bones this morning. The harmon carried me over the cliff; that is until the mathmatical bullet speared my side. I plumeted to the earth, spiraling inside the numrical vortex. My heart remained coated in mud, weighed down by continous practice tests - too much. Physics provided a parachute, it kept the egg from breaking. Intact but unable to detail in Spanish; I drifted from the world once more.The Rarity of Muic
Sporting green and white, upon the dirty floor I slept, and waited. I fell into a light sleep - yet no one can sleep lightly for five minutes. A race, a bolting gun, an army of ability actively floating over the hills.
by ~imnoartist00
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I appreciate that.
Will take some time to read your deviations.
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"We were once together, now I'm simply surrounded."
Hurrah for having writing on my wall, finally!
Well, the phrase could refer to individuality or comminaltiy, depending on your point of view. Am I stating that I am the only one of my sort out of so many? Or simply am one more unorginal body amongst the masses? Perhaps both? I'll let you consider it.
and, what's with the nudge?
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