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caught in little fishing hooks pierced ears gone awry its scales scrubbed viciously from flesh hacked open gory madness soaking into the oak table not very hygienic not much of anything congealing, drying still wet enough that to touch it would be to spoil everything (makes such pretty colors in the wood)
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
where did all of my creativity go?
caught in little fishing hooks pierced ears gone awry its scales scrubbed viciously from flesh hacked open gory madness soaking into the oak table not very hygienic not much of anything congealing, drying still wet enough that to touch it would be to spoil everything (makes such pretty colors in the wood)
kate-lyn
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
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