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Brain is dead heart is bled heavy chest interrupted breaths grave moments crashing sobs temples throb ****** torture wax-paper wipes comfortless needs paintbrush umbrella wrestling pillows writhing limbs screams inside loud as red hands tick and tremor long and never pitiful depths of mire morose prose lingers instead.
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
The Woe I Know
Brain is dead heart is bled heavy chest interrupted breaths grave moments crashing sobs temples throb ****** torture wax-paper wipes comfortless needs paintbrush umbrella wrestling pillows writhing limbs screams inside loud as red hands tick and tremor long and never pitiful depths of mire morose prose lingers instead.
mutteredthemuse
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
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