Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Dignified Protesters Went Home at Dusk

We are the possible lake, strict lines today. If gulf and weather reel us: portion, membership, lineage. It cannot be more frank and seen.

Imagine the effort of blue on the scale of one tree. One tree in the scene, one place of nouns and full of action. We resemble stadia and the practice that says, Sound the vowels with pictures.

Moments ago roan pony in the certain hills, and mercy swaying.

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