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in the crackling dawn firebuds burn, electric spirit cells lit in aeortic pulse ventricles open to a psychic doorway stepping through, she remembers it that ember of arcane ritual divination of intimate fires ancient inner knowledge sparked Now is a time for mourning for celebration for resurrection tears streaming like cool rivers her palms splayed reaching up spilling over her breath as steady as the stars
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Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
resurrection
in the crackling dawn firebuds burn, electric spirit cells lit in aeortic pulse ventricles open to a psychic doorway stepping through, she remembers it that ember of arcane ritual divination of intimate fires ancient inner knowledge sparked Now is a time for mourning for celebration for resurrection tears streaming like cool rivers her palms splayed reaching up spilling over her breath as steady as the stars
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V4QAYUvenE&list=RD-V4QAYUvenE&start_radio=1&t=0
lora-lee
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Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
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