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Thump...thump...thump capillary, vessel, anhydrous pump inward pressure abounds beat upon beat, heartfelt sounds. Thump...thump...thump guttural, airless trunk chips down nowhere surrogates sordid frown. Pivot, about face...right...nothing again...backwards...nothing right face...nothing forward...again...still nothing. But there is always blood... pumping... headwaters flood pounding fear... something... always lurking near. As the root word is Latin communicate... fatten language of the word rarely ever heard. Excepting idle transduction. Talk to the birds.
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
In Memory of the Birdman, an Ode
Thump...thump...thump capillary, vessel, anhydrous pump inward pressure abounds beat upon beat, heartfelt sounds. Thump...thump...thump guttural, airless trunk chips down nowhere surrogates sordid frown. Pivot, about face...right...nothing again...backwards...nothing right face...nothing forward...again...still nothing. But there is always blood... pumping... headwaters flood pounding fear... something... always lurking near. As the root word is Latin communicate... fatten language of the word rarely ever heard. Excepting idle transduction. Talk to the birds.
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
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