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Reaching out from the darkened recesses. With calloused fingers and rough bit nails. *Clawing Grabbing. Clutching.* At any semblance of order... And balance. *Make these theirs. Let these be within reach.* For they, those digits... Worn, scraggly and desperate. They belong to one. They answer to one, martyred heart.
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
Martyred Heart
Reaching out from the darkened recesses. With calloused fingers and rough bit nails. *Clawing Grabbing. Clutching.* At any semblance of order... And balance. *Make these theirs. Let these be within reach.* For they, those digits... Worn, scraggly and desperate. They belong to one. They answer to one, martyred heart.
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
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