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Reticent, morning hides behind boles of alder, the air escaping his lungs Calcifies in my chest. A caustic mist mists Over the rivers pane. Thick White trails into fine liquid Black, interring the slight, torn body. Orange sky-swell Washes incandescent green: Dark sienna burns A path to the waters scorched White stone. The wood Holds no sympathy: alacritous calls knife the sorrowful heart.
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Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC
Oliver James.
Reticent, morning hides behind boles of alder, the air escaping his lungs Calcifies in my chest. A caustic mist mists Over the rivers pane. Thick White trails into fine liquid Black, interring the slight, torn body. Orange sky-swell Washes incandescent green: Dark sienna burns A path to the waters scorched White stone. The wood Holds no sympathy: alacritous calls knife the sorrowful heart.
Oliver James washed in the rain, no longer.
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Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC
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