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*Heated... Like the fevered blood coursing through veins Malignant... Like open sores upon the skin Defeated... Like the drums that faltered in the rain Potent... Like the potion quietly bunged within Temporary... Like the promise doomed never to be kept Hasty... Like the mouth which spoke too quick Greedy... Like the palms, too eager to accept Dead... Like the heart that now refused to tick*
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
Depression (IV)
*Heated... Like the fevered blood coursing through veins Malignant... Like open sores upon the skin Defeated... Like the drums that faltered in the rain Potent... Like the potion quietly bunged within Temporary... Like the promise doomed never to be kept Hasty... Like the mouth which spoke too quick Greedy... Like the palms, too eager to accept Dead... Like the heart that now refused to tick*
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
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