A siren sounds like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise, and only she can make it right

1. 2019-09-14 at 3:44 AM UTC

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   G4LM African Astronaut
   So things are different tonight.
2. 2019-09-14 at 3:44 AM UTC

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   G4LM African Astronaut
   We'll go together in flight
3. 2019-09-14 at 3:45 AM UTC

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   G4LM African Astronaut
   It's now and never, for every endeavor awaits ambulant directives to take them helm.
4. 2019-09-14 at 3:45 AM UTC

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   G4LM African Astronaut
   Believe me darling, the stars were made for falling. Like melting obelisks as tall as another realm
5. 2019-09-14 at 3:46 AM UTC

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   G4LM African Astronaut
   *some french shit*
6. 2019-09-14 at 3:46 AM UTC

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   G4LM African Astronaut
   It feels like flying, but maybe we're dying. A cosmic confluence, a pyramid's hologram.
7. 2019-09-14 at 3:47 AM UTC

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   G4LM African Astronaut
   She knows you heard her staging music murder, in line before the show began to be where I am
8. 2019-09-14 at 4:05 AM UTC

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   username: African Astronaut
   thread title almost makes sense to me
9. 2019-09-14 at 4:06 AM UTC

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   username: African Astronaut
   substitute the word 'apologies' with a more suitable word