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Grown askew Patched a few Pricked by thistles Thick in vine Crawling out to see the light Shivers at the break of night Torn and hassled Burnt, burnt Wick is silent, Witness none. Crying out, The deed is done. Cold and conscious, lying still Breathe in, breathe in. Wisps that link the frozen **** Deep and snowy candid gazes Bursting flames, Revealed in traces. Chilled, chalk cold white touch Remnants of the old one's gruff.
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 6:58 PM UTC
Burnt.
Grown askew Patched a few Pricked by thistles Thick in vine Crawling out to see the light Shivers at the break of night Torn and hassled Burnt, burnt Wick is silent, Witness none. Crying out, The deed is done. Cold and conscious, lying still Breathe in, breathe in. Wisps that link the frozen **** Deep and snowy candid gazes Bursting flames, Revealed in traces. Chilled, chalk cold white touch Remnants of the old one's gruff.
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 6:58 PM UTC
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