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Spasms of pain controlled by the brain. Hitting the ground without a sound. Itching to see if you'll hear my plea. Trusting the dark to leave its blue mark.
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
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Spasms of pain controlled by the brain. Hitting the ground without a sound. Itching to see if you'll hear my plea. Trusting the dark to leave its blue mark.
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
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