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Son of man, you have eaten too many seeds and your hands are crimson. Honeybush cannot soak the salt from your skin. When I saw you lying on the concrete, I did not know I had broken you; shredded talons, velvet roots.
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May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 6:27 PM UTC
Son of Man
Son of man, you have eaten too many seeds and your hands are crimson. Honeybush cannot soak the salt from your skin. When I saw you lying on the concrete, I did not know I had broken you; shredded talons, velvet roots.
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t-kwinter
May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 6:27 PM UTC
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