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Mar 2014
Squirming in this black veil I flail around for the opening. All you can do is weave more thread. Take your needle tongue and stab at the veil. Ripping out so I can see what this thread spells out of the constant blinding shade. I have thrown this veil into the shadows so many times but
I still stand in the tangling.
Drew Renquest
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