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The teacher collapsed into a tempest migraine rubbing her temples in a clockwise motion behind her desk, presumed ************ her thoughts or bleeding. She imagined her definite white existence in a plane of iodine and tumbleweeds The children heard the moans groans and the creaks grouped tones like old floor boards kept secret in the attic Turbulent lessons creeping slowly up over your shoulder and into your ear and out the mouth a siren explosion
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
The Great Hungry Siren
The teacher collapsed into a tempest migraine rubbing her temples in a clockwise motion behind her desk, presumed ************ her thoughts or bleeding. She imagined her definite white existence in a plane of iodine and tumbleweeds The children heard the moans groans and the creaks grouped tones like old floor boards kept secret in the attic Turbulent lessons creeping slowly up over your shoulder and into your ear and out the mouth a siren explosion
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
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