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It’s retrievable from where? The center of this chest. Folded up beneath the bone, Before it makes a crest. Awake again, my searching hands Once numb, now fill with fire. The need to shape, to form, create Has formed its own deep pyre.
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
Retrievable
It’s retrievable from where? The center of this chest. Folded up beneath the bone, Before it makes a crest. Awake again, my searching hands Once numb, now fill with fire. The need to shape, to form, create Has formed its own deep pyre.
sarah-spang
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
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