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Not impassible. Buried in snow, I will bring back my moon. There was no divination. I still stand on my legs. I will not talk about shadows or any haloes. An urge to find unknown. Touching the feet? No I don't submit to body. No rewards. No citation. I will walk alone in the jungle of prying eyes, in my visible bones. The flame-test. The truthless blames, and a naked god. I have come faraway from my childhood.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
Not On Crutches
Not impassible. Buried in snow, I will bring back my moon. There was no divination. I still stand on my legs. I will not talk about shadows or any haloes. An urge to find unknown. Touching the feet? No I don't submit to body. No rewards. No citation. I will walk alone in the jungle of prying eyes, in my visible bones. The flame-test. The truthless blames, and a naked god. I have come faraway from my childhood.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
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