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Sep 2014
My mouth aflame with bitter tracks; aΒ Β place unreckoned to a soul.

In convulsion and life do these things run -- in whatever thrives, to throbbing piles of char.

In darkness and whatever else may be near their grip,

power

in both

is inevitable.

c.e
what're you hiding, dear?
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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     Olivia McCann and Erenn
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