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cut stone lichen roam over your shut mouth mineral lochs run through slowed vein ex tend your hard hand take my face and wake the sleep that petrifies me sunk into this bed ancient thing ancestor to the mountain what tales of brokenness you must have break them over mine widen this time give me eyes farther
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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cut stone lichen roam over your shut mouth mineral lochs run through slowed vein ex tend your hard hand take my face and wake the sleep that petrifies me sunk into this bed ancient thing ancestor to the mountain what tales of brokenness you must have break them over mine widen this time give me eyes farther
mike-dm
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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