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Mangled, bony fingers, groveling for lapping water, a dendritic rivulet ceases its division for no one I powder the amethysts for sand, for only the sensation of opulence, anywise the silver tarnishes in abundance And what's the worst I'd ever seen if not our maize sun ashen, drained of its rise and incentive to foster grass
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Epiphany at 11:59 P.M.
Mangled, bony fingers, groveling for lapping water, a dendritic rivulet ceases its division for no one I powder the amethysts for sand, for only the sensation of opulence, anywise the silver tarnishes in abundance And what's the worst I'd ever seen if not our maize sun ashen, drained of its rise and incentive to foster grass
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
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