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Slow ride into the black pond Soot and root echo ruin Slinging forth pain She has gone away with the withering dawn Stopping her silent withdraw ******* fruit with Dawson Reaping hay in the October harvest Rings form in her irises Roles are switched Rudely drawn wings spring out Reminding the angels Rewarding belief Dunes of gold build up along the ridges Dried lips soften and rehydrate Dropping lifeless skin Divine curvatures are left exposed Driven off the warm host Dying in a lonely place
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
Dried Out
Slow ride into the black pond Soot and root echo ruin Slinging forth pain She has gone away with the withering dawn Stopping her silent withdraw ******* fruit with Dawson Reaping hay in the October harvest Rings form in her irises Roles are switched Rudely drawn wings spring out Reminding the angels Rewarding belief Dunes of gold build up along the ridges Dried lips soften and rehydrate Dropping lifeless skin Divine curvatures are left exposed Driven off the warm host Dying in a lonely place
dakotajdawson
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22/M/Huntsville, AL, USA
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
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