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I could see him thinking at the top of his lungs as desolation seeped from the wounds in my belly Murky water revealed the shadows we’d tried to escape while giant mayflies struck our bitter, fragile limbs
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
Mayflies on the River
I could see him thinking at the top of his lungs as desolation seeped from the wounds in my belly Murky water revealed the shadows we’d tried to escape while giant mayflies struck our bitter, fragile limbs
katie-lynnau
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
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