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June 07, 2017
knack to knot.
I think it may be leaking; felled, spiral towards the well. I’m looking into leaving. My shell. Behind. It’s going out of season. Sew now I’m all the bearer, light tug string, you kite, the faire...
June 03, 2015
cyxpanse
shimmy crooked fingers from the base of the limb slow and subtle movin’ like it could be the wind any wringin’ of hands don’t show a lack of intent too much of it built up torn down fence
