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Sep 2015
i
burn cold;

her vitriol, a swarm;

overwhelming, the sting

of such ice --

december plume,

risen from chasms

the air, choked with fire;

the stench

of cerulean flame

her piercing smatter; ******, igneous, the shrieks

and the ring of such sound

settled in her ears.
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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     Jamadhi Verse, r, Gudden and GaryFairy
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