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was growing to the south of the town every spring the men would go down marching in their robes to burn each stalk but the fire would enter their walk they rid themselves of the leaden weight of their robes the mens wild gait was pagan animalistic their whole life had been running from this easy in those robes but now naked they touched each others bodies taken with the attar of the fire fucking in ashes on their knees ******* not praying but swallowing then the robes left to burn from the ash the field left to grow
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Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 1:15 PM UTC
the lust field
was growing to the south of the town every spring the men would go down marching in their robes to burn each stalk but the fire would enter their walk they rid themselves of the leaden weight of their robes the mens wild gait was pagan animalistic their whole life had been running from this easy in those robes but now naked they touched each others bodies taken with the attar of the fire fucking in ashes on their knees ******* not praying but swallowing then the robes left to burn from the ash the field left to grow
Written 2010 as an exercise for the MFA program at Columbia College Chicago
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Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 1:15 PM UTC
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