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my tongue swells up and closes my throat, thick and black as a bottomless pit yawns into existence, burrowing deep into my stomach like a hook. ghostly fingers traverse the knobs of my spine, fingers flicking at the spokes like a skilled pianist, basking in the sound of my mounting panic.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
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my tongue swells up and closes my throat, thick and black as a bottomless pit yawns into existence, burrowing deep into my stomach like a hook. ghostly fingers traverse the knobs of my spine, fingers flicking at the spokes like a skilled pianist, basking in the sound of my mounting panic.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
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