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face drawn, pale and pallid, eyes sunken as spirit tarried, rattled cage o' tired invalid fifty suns soul had carried the flame waned and flickered in frame worn and withered, battle scarcely begun before adversary won and now the wings unclipped 'n ready waited for abeyance of inner eddy waited to be free at last of physical prison, physical cast the spirit feels can linger no more it rattles and shakes and knocks on door with one last guttural click and snore breaks free the darkness, begins to soar.
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Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 7:28 AM UTC
Death and beyond
face drawn, pale and pallid, eyes sunken as spirit tarried, rattled cage o' tired invalid fifty suns soul had carried the flame waned and flickered in frame worn and withered, battle scarcely begun before adversary won and now the wings unclipped 'n ready waited for abeyance of inner eddy waited to be free at last of physical prison, physical cast the spirit feels can linger no more it rattles and shakes and knocks on door with one last guttural click and snore breaks free the darkness, begins to soar.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge: #guttural, adversary
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Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 7:28 AM UTC
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