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*i'm sitting on the edge of a word a buried secret mud over my mouth it feels like a snake crawled up in my brain a flock of ravens a slow dredge a dark taboo, scintillent oh scarred angel your kiss a scarlet tongue*
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Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
SITTING ON THE EDGE OF A WORD
*i'm sitting on the edge of a word a buried secret mud over my mouth it feels like a snake crawled up in my brain a flock of ravens a slow dredge a dark taboo, scintillent oh scarred angel your kiss a scarlet tongue*
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Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
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