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you come to me unravelling from hiding spaces in moist wood composting yourself as nature does your head hanging low like vines fluid as the streams running through me. i: always convinced of my place as low hanging fruit, see your streams and carry buckets for your leaks. i am a fixer-upper.
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
**** off don't **** off
you come to me unravelling from hiding spaces in moist wood composting yourself as nature does your head hanging low like vines fluid as the streams running through me. i: always convinced of my place as low hanging fruit, see your streams and carry buckets for your leaks. i am a fixer-upper.
deana-luna
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
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