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The virtuosity of the words you spun lead me directly to the ***** and as I looked at its blade so shiny and big I thought it rude not to obligingly dig so I dug and dug and dug dug until my hands were blackened and cold and then I lay down in the pit and waited to wither and old.
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 8:05 AM UTC
Burial
The virtuosity of the words you spun lead me directly to the ***** and as I looked at its blade so shiny and big I thought it rude not to obligingly dig so I dug and dug and dug dug until my hands were blackened and cold and then I lay down in the pit and waited to wither and old.
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 8:05 AM UTC
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