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A wreath of skulls you want to hang on the wall. I don't want to lose the skin. The land was bleeding. Mars mission. A very lonely flight, pulls me down. Do you have a pearl knife? Small talisman, you used to wear when you were a child to ward off the evil spirits. A buttonless chest. The map you drew on the torso was tense. The woods were nowhere. Only the dry sands. I wanted to make a slit in the stone, to release the holy water, but it was only tears―
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
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A wreath of skulls you want to hang on the wall. I don't want to lose the skin. The land was bleeding. Mars mission. A very lonely flight, pulls me down. Do you have a pearl knife? Small talisman, you used to wear when you were a child to ward off the evil spirits. A buttonless chest. The map you drew on the torso was tense. The woods were nowhere. Only the dry sands. I wanted to make a slit in the stone, to release the holy water, but it was only tears―
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
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