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Jun 2014
There once was a girl who lived at the bottom of a hole.
It was dark and damp and really, in fact, not all that nice.
She slept with worms and the crawling things nestling in her unkempt hair.
It was cold, and unnerving living within the ever moving earth.
the girl would never abandon the only comfort she's ever known.
The sanctuary of her home of bones and stones.
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