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Deep beneath the earth a companion flows as liquid into his soul, filling every curve, slip and crack. 86 fathoms below, a man is filled and unchained from his solitude creating a place for the mind to swim in one infinite breath. Swimming to the surface Thunder roars, lightning strikes: releasing him from beneath. He climbs out. There she stands in front, electrified. From head to toe, she inflames him, illuminating the night sky. The man approaches, thwarted by his ambition and left into stasis, as he watches her. Frozen, her eyes lock onto his. Enduring, he learns her true feeling.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
The Feeling
Deep beneath the earth a companion flows as liquid into his soul, filling every curve, slip and crack. 86 fathoms below, a man is filled and unchained from his solitude creating a place for the mind to swim in one infinite breath. Swimming to the surface Thunder roars, lightning strikes: releasing him from beneath. He climbs out. There she stands in front, electrified. From head to toe, she inflames him, illuminating the night sky. The man approaches, thwarted by his ambition and left into stasis, as he watches her. Frozen, her eyes lock onto his. Enduring, he learns her true feeling.
connor-thompson
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
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