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as a writer i strive, for new phrases and terms, for cold hard linguistics, and the pattern of words, sometimes forgetting, the truest I’ve heard, the sweetness of laughter, that squirms through your cells, and the beat of your heart, through your chest’s thin veils
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
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as a writer i strive, for new phrases and terms, for cold hard linguistics, and the pattern of words, sometimes forgetting, the truest I’ve heard, the sweetness of laughter, that squirms through your cells, and the beat of your heart, through your chest’s thin veils
mraowler
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
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