magma chamber, vague valley
if I could talk in spelling I would think a bee
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21 October 2009
root vegetables
& I, sometimes, we're turning colorless. It is because we're steeped. And I, like that rough outer skin, can be bit through solidly. I fulfil myself, irons & spices. I am a self fulfilling prophesy.
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