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Mar 2019
When I was younger,
I had a strange fascination with
power lines. I'd follow their path for
hours, and knaw at the rubber until
those sparks set me on fire - because
the lines never stopped, you see?
They went on and on Forever, and
I thought that maybe I could too.
Written by
Lemongrass  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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   Fawn and Canis Latrans
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