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I’m lying down in the ground as the sun shines its rays right inbound on me. hounding me (surrounding) Without a sound Or is there? A ringing or dinging a pinging maybe a constant stinging. I wouldn’t know. Could be the blood pulse or the sea dulse wrapping the seashells doing their sins or a pair of siamese twins trying to dance and lance and advance on my grave (how brave! how brave! i hope they cave) germinated spouts and terminated doubts with exterminated outs.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
cadaver in a casket
I’m lying down in the ground as the sun shines its rays right inbound on me. hounding me (surrounding) Without a sound Or is there? A ringing or dinging a pinging maybe a constant stinging. I wouldn’t know. Could be the blood pulse or the sea dulse wrapping the seashells doing their sins or a pair of siamese twins trying to dance and lance and advance on my grave (how brave! how brave! i hope they cave) germinated spouts and terminated doubts with exterminated outs.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
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