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im frozen, in June left for numb from this reverie a silent movie of blues and greys a painted picture of icy stares and cold blood. there is a silent front over i-430 the world is made of breaking ice and broken people body temp dropping 85.9 stripped down to cellular i can feel myself slowing eyes bloom yellow clinical death
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Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC
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im frozen, in June left for numb from this reverie a silent movie of blues and greys a painted picture of icy stares and cold blood. there is a silent front over i-430 the world is made of breaking ice and broken people body temp dropping 85.9 stripped down to cellular i can feel myself slowing eyes bloom yellow clinical death
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Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC
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