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why does he drag himself back to my pyre, disturbing the pools of blood barely settled from our last battle his body cleaves through red seas that slowly merge behind him panting as he hauls, isn't he tired? is he so determined to have changed since our last bloodletting? he may no longer hoard matches, but even up this high I hear the distinct clicks of an empty lighter, flint assiduously hitting steel, the soft flicks, a forewarned tempo, the dreaded count down
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
atop the pyre
why does he drag himself back to my pyre, disturbing the pools of blood barely settled from our last battle his body cleaves through red seas that slowly merge behind him panting as he hauls, isn't he tired? is he so determined to have changed since our last bloodletting? he may no longer hoard matches, but even up this high I hear the distinct clicks of an empty lighter, flint assiduously hitting steel, the soft flicks, a forewarned tempo, the dreaded count down
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
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