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I like to mimic the dead when you hold my hands. Cold and listless. I do it to know how fast we can hold onto the drifting before they slip away.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
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I like to mimic the dead when you hold my hands. Cold and listless. I do it to know how fast we can hold onto the drifting before they slip away.
Mimic dead resuscitation
eidolonz
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
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