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blood in the water
i shrug off rust there is lust in my blood stream sweet marrow these narrow tomorrows relentless on my joints my figurative speech beaches whales…
brine and mist and fine foam
when i think of us i think of friction the minutia of / movement etching our corners smooth until there is no blood just the polished response of…
kill me please / i won’t tell a soul what you’ve done i won’t let the love come undone / if the measure of price is trust let maggots breed let…
bob ross episode 22: nobody wants agony…
little circle floater clouds / makes it nice the darker it becomes / the color picks up an excellent sky a sea scape dropping in a little cloud…
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