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what is it that I seek here in the dark hours the spirit's time I awake to fingers dancing upon the nape of my neck and whispers of a lost soul seeking connection to it's once breathing consciousness to me why am I drawn to your realm perhaps the answer resides in the truth that I was not intended conceived against doctor's orders avoiding certain death many times including my first hour perhaps this is the reason I feel closer to you than my mortal self counting the breaths as I edge nearer the kiss of death my birth
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
kiss of death
what is it that I seek here in the dark hours the spirit's time I awake to fingers dancing upon the nape of my neck and whispers of a lost soul seeking connection to it's once breathing consciousness to me why am I drawn to your realm perhaps the answer resides in the truth that I was not intended conceived against doctor's orders avoiding certain death many times including my first hour perhaps this is the reason I feel closer to you than my mortal self counting the breaths as I edge nearer the kiss of death my birth
RoyDeckard
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
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