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A familiar warmth washes over my skin. My mind grows weary. My soul stretched thin. I feel heavier, a certain kind of full. A wholeness profound. A cleansing of dull. Under my skin there burns a fire. Embraced by its warmth, I am lifted higher.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 1:49 AM UTC
Cleansing
A familiar warmth washes over my skin. My mind grows weary. My soul stretched thin. I feel heavier, a certain kind of full. A wholeness profound. A cleansing of dull. Under my skin there burns a fire. Embraced by its warmth, I am lifted higher.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 1:49 AM UTC
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