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webs and      ghosts     salt     and          nature's slough etched into glass                and           saturated air, morose, the man sits heavy                he     gasps      for breath                          chokes    on fast ice                       retreats    to thick air                           stares      in dim light                         looks       for nothing sees ghosts and glass        blindly, he  wanders into the vacuum                          descends  into nothing.                                                            nothing must                                                            nothing. dust.
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Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
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webs and      ghosts     salt     and          nature's slough etched into glass                and           saturated air, morose, the man sits heavy                he     gasps      for breath                          chokes    on fast ice                       retreats    to thick air                           stares      in dim light                         looks       for nothing sees ghosts and glass        blindly, he  wanders into the vacuum                          descends  into nothing.                                                            nothing must                                                            nothing. dust.
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spearink
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
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