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holy pages, ancient medicine- a soul spotted with flesh, marinated in living water. This book bound by leather-nourishment seeping, dripping, spilling over me.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
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holy pages, ancient medicine- a soul spotted with flesh, marinated in living water. This book bound by leather-nourishment seeping, dripping, spilling over me.
sarah-moseley
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sarah-moseley
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
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