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in a studded wood, you river sapless stream of spruce bark -no ailment -no midwife for the sediment in a black mirror, the seer needled to the tree- two ravens I know what my future holds watch as the horse balks white rind eyes hopeless as stars
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
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in a studded wood, you river sapless stream of spruce bark -no ailment -no midwife for the sediment in a black mirror, the seer needled to the tree- two ravens I know what my future holds watch as the horse balks white rind eyes hopeless as stars
chelsea-chavez
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
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