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Feeling lifted from my skin and cast to the wind; mind melting through my pores; eyes slink out their sockets and look back, viewing my unknown expression full What now, what left is there for me to desire alone; salacious world now reversed on my visage, my shell figure strayed and brown
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
Reversal Hour
Feeling lifted from my skin and cast to the wind; mind melting through my pores; eyes slink out their sockets and look back, viewing my unknown expression full What now, what left is there for me to desire alone; salacious world now reversed on my visage, my shell figure strayed and brown
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20/M/Wisconsin
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
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