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[abigaildown]

the lumbering bear was bloodied. i saved a snip of its hair to keep with me in the locket around my neck. i built a fire from logs, bugs hovered, bear still. it kept warm as i built its chapel. sticks and dry cold leaves. stood in a clear spot in the woods. his bones were dried. his skin was warm as mine. river cold liver clear

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[anonymous]

are you lookin for the mother lode?
NO
no my child this is not my desire

[hellaxokelli]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zyn8q9r67pU

look at you