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little ruth purple lipped dot eyed tire slicing lithe and never lucid tells you what to do in that buttoned up feather whisper voice of hers laugh until you cough up blood cry but do not yield pass through the enemy’s hands like a ship from a storm roiling and twisting turning writhing frothing pitter patter rain slicked heartbeat drip fast and far fast and far and free it drips to the stomps of their heavy feet “why don’t you run like us?”
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
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little ruth purple lipped dot eyed tire slicing lithe and never lucid tells you what to do in that buttoned up feather whisper voice of hers laugh until you cough up blood cry but do not yield pass through the enemy’s hands like a ship from a storm roiling and twisting turning writhing frothing pitter patter rain slicked heartbeat drip fast and far fast and far and free it drips to the stomps of their heavy feet “why don’t you run like us?”
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
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