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my hollow bones ache from the crack they breathe marrow gone dry nothing left for the birds of scavenge ill take these useless bones and throw them down a hill wherever they fall I will divine
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
useless bones
my hollow bones ache from the crack they breathe marrow gone dry nothing left for the birds of scavenge ill take these useless bones and throw them down a hill wherever they fall I will divine
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24/Non-binary/Ohio
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
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