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Gaping; I can see my soft underlayer like gooey egg whites stretching between two skin walls. Thick roads of red at my wrists reaching closer to the highway lit to the clouds, warmed by other drivers but the oil is low and the gas is running out.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
Blood Drive
Gaping; I can see my soft underlayer like gooey egg whites stretching between two skin walls. Thick roads of red at my wrists reaching closer to the highway lit to the clouds, warmed by other drivers but the oil is low and the gas is running out.
georgiagoulding
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
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