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*the boughs of some grand tree reached down to touch me, it's claws grasping for my thoughts, calling me lovely painting me in parts, colouring me disgusting, calling out my simplicity, calling out my loving soul or remaining sanity i drive. i drive away, away, away...* *these scattered fragments remain. this mind of mine is trying to stay sane.*
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
disjecta membra
*the boughs of some grand tree reached down to touch me, it's claws grasping for my thoughts, calling me lovely painting me in parts, colouring me disgusting, calling out my simplicity, calling out my loving soul or remaining sanity i drive. i drive away, away, away...* *these scattered fragments remain. this mind of mine is trying to stay sane.*
dis·jec·ta mem·bra dəsˌjektə ˈmembrə/ noun scattered fragments, especially of written work.
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
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