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She arches her back on the yoga mat, channelling Durdle Door. In full-length breath and composed hypertension, she remains unmoved as the world about her suffers to mass and the moving ocean floor. Well-versed in the effects of cold air and rhythmic bombardment, she has learned a stillness to rival the effects of pink wine on her nerves and her taste for cigarettes. My sweet Venusian, despite physical prowess, cannot sustain her poses against time and internalised illness.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
The Invisible Illness
She arches her back on the yoga mat, channelling Durdle Door. In full-length breath and composed hypertension, she remains unmoved as the world about her suffers to mass and the moving ocean floor. Well-versed in the effects of cold air and rhythmic bombardment, she has learned a stillness to rival the effects of pink wine on her nerves and her taste for cigarettes. My sweet Venusian, despite physical prowess, cannot sustain her poses against time and internalised illness.
Edward-Coles
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26/M/English
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
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