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Apr 2014
life is like stringy spit.
As soon as you exit the womb, you dangle for as long as you can. Eventually you'll hit that drip mark, losing a part of yourself. Retracting everything you went out for.
RavensMirror
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RavensMirror  west
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   --- and Mary
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