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Body doubled, Huddled for warmth. Cold sweat. Thumping movements. Buzzing fingertips. Itching apparitions. Mighty seraphim's dreams. The danger of an open mouth, The Tempest of the dunes lingers. Unclasped hands, No longer able to etch The tablet.
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Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 5:11 PM UTC
Hunger in the Night
Body doubled, Huddled for warmth. Cold sweat. Thumping movements. Buzzing fingertips. Itching apparitions. Mighty seraphim's dreams. The danger of an open mouth, The Tempest of the dunes lingers. Unclasped hands, No longer able to etch The tablet.
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Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 5:11 PM UTC
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