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Temples throb. Ears burn red hot. Myriad thoughts Collide, coalesce and split. Coalesce again. A dark sand storm of doubts Fear and panic brew In the charred barrens. Hands to my face. Distant melancholy themes. Overwhelmed. Violent conceptions Need release. Red flows Through graphite At Fahrenheit 4-5-1.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
Red
Temples throb. Ears burn red hot. Myriad thoughts Collide, coalesce and split. Coalesce again. A dark sand storm of doubts Fear and panic brew In the charred barrens. Hands to my face. Distant melancholy themes. Overwhelmed. Violent conceptions Need release. Red flows Through graphite At Fahrenheit 4-5-1.
Fahrenheit 451- temperature at which paper burns.
DSD
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30/M/Indian
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
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