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stopped flowing wobbling - thinking, passers-by feel cold icy grass shivers infected creek's colorless veins - the frost, stopped being.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
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stopped flowing wobbling - thinking, passers-by feel cold icy grass shivers infected creek's colorless veins - the frost, stopped being.
Trying minimalist form.
TheGhostWhoWatchesDeers
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
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