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The branches hung, leaves long since vacant of there mooring. All had wept like tears, but beyond their holdings had become decomposed words on the ground,.. "Death lies this, But beyond, within the reaches of exhaled breath, travelling further than that which had expelled it,  fallen on the ground of ill given recourse, open mouthed. This lingering tomb of wooden effigies, collecting fallen moments beneath their husks of bark, only feeding on the fallen, but never showing life, dull branches hang. There is a path that is naked like a ****** but this offering bled its curse within this place, and everything is now exposed. Feeding on those of frail thoughts, who collect like berries crimson on the ground.
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 6:12 PM UTC
Where The Bark Never Listens
The branches hung, leaves long since vacant of there mooring. All had wept like tears, but beyond their holdings had become decomposed words on the ground,.. "Death lies this, But beyond, within the reaches of exhaled breath, travelling further than that which had expelled it,  fallen on the ground of ill given recourse, open mouthed. This lingering tomb of wooden effigies, collecting fallen moments beneath their husks of bark, only feeding on the fallen, but never showing life, dull branches hang. There is a path that is naked like a ****** but this offering bled its curse within this place, and everything is now exposed. Feeding on those of frail thoughts, who collect like berries crimson on the ground.
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 6:12 PM UTC
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