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saintedmad 25 May 2016 Tag: sacrosancti

A stuttering in the stolen skin of a god

:enter hush.. i cup life's last light to my stung eyes to see how you see, or see me, or did in a most beautiful fugue. do not watch as i twist my arms around [hold me] and sing silent:: sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, sowing in the noontime, and in the dewy eve...

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