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The bones of my resolve crumble porously, muscles slackened by stealthy Spirit-Flu creeping into my psyche when my guard is down, leaving behind only a molten mass feverish and limp, juicy veins squeezed dry of life-force.. Sleep's finger-crook beckons temptingly offering blessed escape temporary at best from sickness of the soul. Eileen Auger March 21, 2008
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
SOUL SICK
The bones of my resolve crumble porously, muscles slackened by stealthy Spirit-Flu creeping into my psyche when my guard is down, leaving behind only a molten mass feverish and limp, juicy veins squeezed dry of life-force.. Sleep's finger-crook beckons temptingly offering blessed escape temporary at best from sickness of the soul. Eileen Auger March 21, 2008
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Apr 25, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
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