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This Wallow Pad of the Ground Is my Nesting Place For the Riddle of my Fault Lines My Skin is Held Rag Drum to my  Hacked up Face This New-new me  is The Result of a Peculiarity Events Resulting in Butchery My Time Remains Expanding A Warm Spool A New Slumberless Spill of Years All this Time To Study this Horizon of Footfalls Or Instead To Retreat to my Summary Report That is Now the Retread of my Drying Mind.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
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This Wallow Pad of the Ground Is my Nesting Place For the Riddle of my Fault Lines My Skin is Held Rag Drum to my  Hacked up Face This New-new me  is The Result of a Peculiarity Events Resulting in Butchery My Time Remains Expanding A Warm Spool A New Slumberless Spill of Years All this Time To Study this Horizon of Footfalls Or Instead To Retreat to my Summary Report That is Now the Retread of my Drying Mind.
neth-jones
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
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