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In jolts my bones erupt, shatter and realign within flesh contorted, waxen; until amorphous I return, to draw up the covers of that old snakeskin.
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC
(re)Turning
In jolts my bones erupt, shatter and realign within flesh contorted, waxen; until amorphous I return, to draw up the covers of that old snakeskin.
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC
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