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Dark dirt and darker skys The only light of the pale moon to guide me This tranquility, forever in this Realm of dying, deceased, and nevermore to be I, am the scavenger With my *** I search Through decaying birch, Oak, trees, leaves, plants of all My goal is the vessels Of the deceased animals I collect the ends of their stories The periods at the end of their sentences Bones, brittle and left behind Accompanied by flesh Decaying, rotting, demolished by The cycle of mortality The end of one story Safely kept in my bag Forever remembered I hope they thank me
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
the scavenger
Dark dirt and darker skys The only light of the pale moon to guide me This tranquility, forever in this Realm of dying, deceased, and nevermore to be I, am the scavenger With my *** I search Through decaying birch, Oak, trees, leaves, plants of all My goal is the vessels Of the deceased animals I collect the ends of their stories The periods at the end of their sentences Bones, brittle and left behind Accompanied by flesh Decaying, rotting, demolished by The cycle of mortality The end of one story Safely kept in my bag Forever remembered I hope they thank me
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Snakeskin
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Snakeskin
17/Transgender Male
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
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