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Such a privilege to walk amongst this destruction to tread lightly through these fires and see the light that comes between the struggles of the itching dying to bathe with this and rub my naked self against the charred trees and sample the taste of fatty ashes in warmed air All cries reach a pitch that hot soaks the inner ear Smiles all around Gapping land spills over and over and over I'll bury myself here in the burning earth equipped with a hollow reed to reach the wonders above and sleep.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
Coma of White Hot
Such a privilege to walk amongst this destruction to tread lightly through these fires and see the light that comes between the struggles of the itching dying to bathe with this and rub my naked self against the charred trees and sample the taste of fatty ashes in warmed air All cries reach a pitch that hot soaks the inner ear Smiles all around Gapping land spills over and over and over I'll bury myself here in the burning earth equipped with a hollow reed to reach the wonders above and sleep.
neth-jones
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
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