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Pain speaks one or a thousand. The method of translation differs. Palm to finger. The movement stays, stops. Foot to ankle. Ground shakes, air trembles all at your whim. Soul to Soul. Along the folds vibration slows.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 8:36 AM UTC
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Pain speaks one or a thousand. The method of translation differs. Palm to finger. The movement stays, stops. Foot to ankle. Ground shakes, air trembles all at your whim. Soul to Soul. Along the folds vibration slows.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 8:36 AM UTC
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