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Mental lightning, chills, striking, fibers firing in the storm. Where am I? matter dilated: dark, grey, and moist. Red, tentacling vessels; bony shell washed to the shore. Help, oh help me! or I’m lost; being airborne and forlorn.
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
mind over matter
Mental lightning, chills, striking, fibers firing in the storm. Where am I? matter dilated: dark, grey, and moist. Red, tentacling vessels; bony shell washed to the shore. Help, oh help me! or I’m lost; being airborne and forlorn.
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
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