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As the murk in the daedal sky endured and the finespun brume upon the headland peaks wound all around in a helicoid shape, the fluttering winds carried aloft a bouquet of ions that were immured, but still danced about in an undulating figure of eight; and when the distent distant cloud could no longer wait, it's rain fell upon my wilted form so desolate.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
Flood of Ruin
As the murk in the daedal sky endured and the finespun brume upon the headland peaks wound all around in a helicoid shape, the fluttering winds carried aloft a bouquet of ions that were immured, but still danced about in an undulating figure of eight; and when the distent distant cloud could no longer wait, it's rain fell upon my wilted form so desolate.
January 9, 2014
jamie-l-cantore
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
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