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plat, plat, plat went the blood as it spat on the floor. He entered the tub a few hours before. She slipped in, with him, to rest her bleary eyes. With a razor, she chose to never arise, and him, with pills, a bit counter-clockwise. Entwined, they were found in an eternal embrace, though the events prior could never be traced.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
Rhythmic Demise
plat, plat, plat went the blood as it spat on the floor. He entered the tub a few hours before. She slipped in, with him, to rest her bleary eyes. With a razor, she chose to never arise, and him, with pills, a bit counter-clockwise. Entwined, they were found in an eternal embrace, though the events prior could never be traced.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
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