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Apr 2016
Each day you rise from out the dust from which you were fashioned
up out the material that's hemming in your soul, to stand upright in a world where gravity is constantly keeping you safe, and a captive all at once, to end your day losing the battle, a bed to sleep in, a bed to die in, a bed to await your resurrection.
Written by
nivek
279
     ---, biche and Got Guanxi
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