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blood thin. her arm was at ease, but cooked in her mind were beings like fleas. They only grew fowler, more putrid with the heat. she only grew weaker as you do in defeat. well when you accept it anyway, Ive known a thing or two about it but she couldn’t hear me through curses she was shouting. I guess that was the hardest thing: My mind would keep guessing as the fleas were surfacing. So thats why I put her at ease. For her head was for bed, so take her now please. My own head is sweating, I need her still and to sleep. So take her now please, before they burrow deep.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
The Burrowers
blood thin. her arm was at ease, but cooked in her mind were beings like fleas. They only grew fowler, more putrid with the heat. she only grew weaker as you do in defeat. well when you accept it anyway, Ive known a thing or two about it but she couldn’t hear me through curses she was shouting. I guess that was the hardest thing: My mind would keep guessing as the fleas were surfacing. So thats why I put her at ease. For her head was for bed, so take her now please. My own head is sweating, I need her still and to sleep. So take her now please, before they burrow deep.
c-j-baxter
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
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