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Clouded Aug 2015
The temp of my body is insinc with the earth
The health of my bones is tossed with the rocks turn
The temp of my body is insinc with yours
The heat of the body burns down to my core
The temperature of the temple is increasing rapidly
And the height of the thunder is high and howling
The earth stops to turn
The seas dry to burn
The thunder cries and yearns, to howl at our bodies insinc heated temperatures.

— The End —