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how soft the clouds that touch my feet as I search for Ignis Ignis in the rotting leaves how cold the soil against the walls of my lungs as I dig for Ignis Ignis and the Sun how tight the girdle around my waist of roots and earthworm ribbons as I dig for Ignis Ignis displaced how heavy the dirt that clings and crushes skeletal ribs, fingers clawing clumps and crusts as I dig for Ignis Ignis in the rust how fine the bone meal that dissolves in droplets of sweat in aquifer as I seep to Ignis Ignis and breathing
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 6:55 PM UTC
Ignis
how soft the clouds that touch my feet as I search for Ignis Ignis in the rotting leaves how cold the soil against the walls of my lungs as I dig for Ignis Ignis and the Sun how tight the girdle around my waist of roots and earthworm ribbons as I dig for Ignis Ignis displaced how heavy the dirt that clings and crushes skeletal ribs, fingers clawing clumps and crusts as I dig for Ignis Ignis in the rust how fine the bone meal that dissolves in droplets of sweat in aquifer as I seep to Ignis Ignis and breathing
christine-ueri
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 6:55 PM UTC
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