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knees deep in holy work grit under nails, sticky hands every ounce of me scoop, pile, every ounce of it packed into cups and piled my testament proof of humanity then, swept away inevitability is salty and wet and my sands of life are gone too soon
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
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knees deep in holy work grit under nails, sticky hands every ounce of me scoop, pile, every ounce of it packed into cups and piled my testament proof of humanity then, swept away inevitability is salty and wet and my sands of life are gone too soon
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
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