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I always become Nostalgic When I'm deep into the bowels Of nature. At first I thought It was Camp Wildwood Coming back to me -- Capture the Flag -- My crush and I, Sarah, In the woods alone Using inside-jokes and "strategy" As a knife For the tension Swelling up inside of us a forbidden bloom that never was -- But it isn't that. It's the genes inside of me Ancient ones Deep Prehistoric spindles lit Crimson tooth claws laws Of an order With no defined border Knuckles whitened ***** firing Mounting and Muscling out the moral
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
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I always become Nostalgic When I'm deep into the bowels Of nature. At first I thought It was Camp Wildwood Coming back to me -- Capture the Flag -- My crush and I, Sarah, In the woods alone Using inside-jokes and "strategy" As a knife For the tension Swelling up inside of us a forbidden bloom that never was -- But it isn't that. It's the genes inside of me Ancient ones Deep Prehistoric spindles lit Crimson tooth claws laws Of an order With no defined border Knuckles whitened ***** firing Mounting and Muscling out the moral
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Jun 20, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
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