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The muscles ache, or it may be bones now, and I am but a host, for their pulsing complaints. Today the motion will never cease, I am the brain within the body, and the world cannot be silent presses, or it will rot away.

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19 / Transmasculine / Australia

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19 / Transmasculine / Australia

Published: Mar 9, 2019
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