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Temperatures

by Autumnbelle

The temp of my body is insinc with the earth The health of my bones is tossed with the rocks turn The temp of my body is insinc with yours The heat of the body burns down to my core The temperature of the temple is increasing rapidly And the height of the thunder is high and howling The earth stops to turn The seas dry to burn The thunder cries and yearns, to howl at our bodies insinc heated temperatures.
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Aug 11, 2015
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