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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    Another pretty for my growing collection
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    If the Lord hadn’t lain for three days to die, would he still be dead?
    Is the Drip of stalactite noted in renaissance books, learning?
    He wouldn’t know, that masculine, third person … that post-punk guitarist only played once with three! Then with four!
    Dilute with cream the black coffee, please. The hydra likes one Au-Jus copy of Allele to dip in the morning with it.
    It’s easy, nimble myth. Mount the staub, staunch gases, flowing! The first, you know, stretched from alpine swiss to the shelved sea.
    Can you smell the Surf cologne of success?

    One horse from one land, unfriendly captivity for the duration of ½ BQ year (1 month)
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    Another pretty for my growing collection - by Longclaw - 09-30-2017, 10:33 AM



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