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moist moist  moist  moist MoiSt mOisT moIsT MOIST now stop reading it, say it                                                            moist it's a weird word ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a storm is coming   and I can smell it, feel it      MOIST on my skin- slick it wisps into my mouth   dirt patches aren't meant to be stoic the storm approaches from the north, northwest I am headed that way- north, northwest- approaching it we have not yet converged but I can feel it     moist it tastes of dry dirt not local        nomadic the clouds are foreshadowing --- foreboding   parting only to show more grey we have yet to converge but I can feel it the grey            the parting                           the moistness I am not yet there but I can feel it   wisping through me      I am not meant to be stoic        nomadic the first d                 r               o                  p                      refreshing I can feel it. really feel it. moist on my skin. weird. the clouds are parting lightening [effect]       thunder [effect]       convergence [effect] I am the storm; its core   moist             grey                     parting                                  wisping can you feel me                             approaching...
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
Moist
moist moist  moist  moist MoiSt mOisT moIsT MOIST now stop reading it, say it                                                            moist it's a weird word ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a storm is coming   and I can smell it, feel it      MOIST on my skin- slick it wisps into my mouth   dirt patches aren't meant to be stoic the storm approaches from the north, northwest I am headed that way- north, northwest- approaching it we have not yet converged but I can feel it     moist it tastes of dry dirt not local        nomadic the clouds are foreshadowing --- foreboding   parting only to show more grey we have yet to converge but I can feel it the grey            the parting                           the moistness I am not yet there but I can feel it   wisping through me      I am not meant to be stoic        nomadic the first d                 r               o                  p                      refreshing I can feel it. really feel it. moist on my skin. weird. the clouds are parting lightening [effect]       thunder [effect]       convergence [effect] I am the storm; its core   moist             grey                     parting                                  wisping can you feel me                             approaching...
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
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