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{fresh air} luc simonic having presumed far too much, a man stepped on his own coat-tail as he made peace with all he had given. this man has woven factions of presumptions into a frost rated camisole keeping men in women and warm during the most fastidious recesses of a summer solstice - is another's dead of winter. men, women, having failed, slipped into or are the warm plasma of deride success. together they drive to the opposite hemisphere, where they may find, drenched in scarlet ooze, everything this man presumed. ~lds08 |
