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The stone is cold against my cheek bring the glow closer I can feel the heat hear the spark smell the fluid see the flame Slowly the rock glows through my skin and burns the sharp touch signals a rising nether where thoughts float free and men don’t cry and I don’t care The fire burns low and the stone grows cool I am left exhausted Was I flying? I never left the couch.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
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The stone is cold against my cheek bring the glow closer I can feel the heat hear the spark smell the fluid see the flame Slowly the rock glows through my skin and burns the sharp touch signals a rising nether where thoughts float free and men don’t cry and I don’t care The fire burns low and the stone grows cool I am left exhausted Was I flying? I never left the couch.
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steven-fried
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
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