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Plaque.. lingering on the outermost surface of my fingers, palms, skin. nothing new. coming of age in an era of grease, oil *** patriarchs, the third wave, followed by a tsunami, soon to come, earthquakes are too prevalent for this not to be. my hands will soon be washed clean of the sin that was placed on them, --not on my own accord, but on theirs.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC
Plaque
Plaque.. lingering on the outermost surface of my fingers, palms, skin. nothing new. coming of age in an era of grease, oil *** patriarchs, the third wave, followed by a tsunami, soon to come, earthquakes are too prevalent for this not to be. my hands will soon be washed clean of the sin that was placed on them, --not on my own accord, but on theirs.
jake-griffith
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC
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