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they died or they helped the dying become a puzzle, to not merge they cried and run to protect their own life on the thinnest verge then hid up there, the wooden cabin over the trees, schoolhouse of rust scared of scary, of their own hands bathed in blood and strange lust a deep fall a Noah wronging no arc and love that ends up in the dust I’m lost in so much red and darkness kneeling with them, kneading past at five I’m leaving, it was hard how to clean up a soul in mud?
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
bathed in blood
they died or they helped the dying become a puzzle, to not merge they cried and run to protect their own life on the thinnest verge then hid up there, the wooden cabin over the trees, schoolhouse of rust scared of scary, of their own hands bathed in blood and strange lust a deep fall a Noah wronging no arc and love that ends up in the dust I’m lost in so much red and darkness kneeling with them, kneading past at five I’m leaving, it was hard how to clean up a soul in mud?
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
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