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dark i sit with hands      carving a bowl                           holding\\chest digging dark soil        mouth filling with thick spit lips seeping                               moist air of solstice darkness chatters like compounding bone\\shifts     beastlings drooling   tasting it. tensing root.      sipping in(to) darkness exhaling bounty
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
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dark i sit with hands      carving a bowl                           holding\\chest digging dark soil        mouth filling with thick spit lips seeping                               moist air of solstice darkness chatters like compounding bone\\shifts     beastlings drooling   tasting it. tensing root.      sipping in(to) darkness exhaling bounty
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
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