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There's an igloo glowing auburn-yellow from the inside miles of empty snow and ice around lead-blue sky bears down: an endless weight squashing reality. I'm trying to remember which muscles are required to make me stand. I'm braiding the coarse-twine letters of your name into a gallows rope, tie it around our necks, place the knot correctly so the vertebrate split, separate fragile cord that brings all life to the body, same as the delicate thread that held us together. Did it ever, really? I drip away from you charred marshmallow held over the flame too long. This ceremonial rattle shakes full of seeds within dried husk the sound tickles your eardrums as you **** on the snow and ice covered with its coat of honey, nectar, black gall.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
Folie Circulaire
There's an igloo glowing auburn-yellow from the inside miles of empty snow and ice around lead-blue sky bears down: an endless weight squashing reality. I'm trying to remember which muscles are required to make me stand. I'm braiding the coarse-twine letters of your name into a gallows rope, tie it around our necks, place the knot correctly so the vertebrate split, separate fragile cord that brings all life to the body, same as the delicate thread that held us together. Did it ever, really? I drip away from you charred marshmallow held over the flame too long. This ceremonial rattle shakes full of seeds within dried husk the sound tickles your eardrums as you **** on the snow and ice covered with its coat of honey, nectar, black gall.
Rmatheson
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
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