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tumeric tucked twixt the members, the digits the fingers the thumbs it's solivagent aromas make their home dormant, yet retractable; neutrons known many moments to millimeters the soft rust color fades oh, i haven't even noticed the time passing when will i notice my own grave. © 2015 Kate Volk
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
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tumeric tucked twixt the members, the digits the fingers the thumbs it's solivagent aromas make their home dormant, yet retractable; neutrons known many moments to millimeters the soft rust color fades oh, i haven't even noticed the time passing when will i notice my own grave. © 2015 Kate Volk
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
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