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you are a thunderstorm.  an earthquake.  a volcano.  you could rip a ******* throat out with your teeth. you are the hot and heaving forest sliced with sticky shimmery things, (like bat-heads and beetlewings), the slushing gushing river with its tripping tumbling foam, teeming with salmon headed upstream to spawn.
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
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you are a thunderstorm.  an earthquake.  a volcano.  you could rip a ******* throat out with your teeth. you are the hot and heaving forest sliced with sticky shimmery things, (like bat-heads and beetlewings), the slushing gushing river with its tripping tumbling foam, teeming with salmon headed upstream to spawn.
letter to self
maddie-fay
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
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