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dust the dark with product. the ash of forest fires wood. never so vital as when the wet tips rise through the dark mat. a making of trees. limbs made a nest a place of passion passages gorged by fingers and tongues lingam taught against swollen cells. falling trunks felled beings alight all night
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
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dust the dark with product. the ash of forest fires wood. never so vital as when the wet tips rise through the dark mat. a making of trees. limbs made a nest a place of passion passages gorged by fingers and tongues lingam taught against swollen cells. falling trunks felled beings alight all night
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
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