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New fallen snow on an icy road, this path I stumble along. I shake the branches, I can't take any chances, but still I fall beneath the serpent song. Two weeks pure, sacrificed, a single day to purge my vice to lay my flesh upon the ground. Two bluebottle flys, saved, and two stinkbugs, revived. Seeing the dead, curled up things come back to life, I am certain I will survive any trials that might assail me, in the frigid gray sky days to come, before I finally lay this body down.
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
Frigid Gray Sky Days
New fallen snow on an icy road, this path I stumble along. I shake the branches, I can't take any chances, but still I fall beneath the serpent song. Two weeks pure, sacrificed, a single day to purge my vice to lay my flesh upon the ground. Two bluebottle flys, saved, and two stinkbugs, revived. Seeing the dead, curled up things come back to life, I am certain I will survive any trials that might assail me, in the frigid gray sky days to come, before I finally lay this body down.
Yet another mediocre piece to add to my collection.
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
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