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I wake up like this; toothache, slowly, sweating and over the covers. Speak lowly of me if you think I did you wrong. I change names often. Though I'm not hiding, my movement mimics prey and gives thanks to hunters. Seasonal regards. I can't get it off my mind so I sleep like this.
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
"King."
I wake up like this; toothache, slowly, sweating and over the covers. Speak lowly of me if you think I did you wrong. I change names often. Though I'm not hiding, my movement mimics prey and gives thanks to hunters. Seasonal regards. I can't get it off my mind so I sleep like this.
austin-heath
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
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