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the gods spoke to me from the depths of my shower drain. choking on old soap and blood, their echoed whispers soaked my hair and stained my skin seeping beneath the cloudy film of my ever weary eyes.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
the gods spoke to me
the gods spoke to me from the depths of my shower drain. choking on old soap and blood, their echoed whispers soaked my hair and stained my skin seeping beneath the cloudy film of my ever weary eyes.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
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