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crumpled face gently rests on tired neck. worn out hands reach out warm, to the cold. some passing breeze takes even more heat. in a sigh more is lost. so shiver. rattling chest in thin vest screams ill. consumption returns to phlegm street.
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
wasting
crumpled face gently rests on tired neck. worn out hands reach out warm, to the cold. some passing breeze takes even more heat. in a sigh more is lost. so shiver. rattling chest in thin vest screams ill. consumption returns to phlegm street.
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
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