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leap through eternity

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September 22, 2013

leap through eternity by ~ghearradh

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ghearradh

Published: Jul 4, 2013

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i will sink my teeth into a supernova
to let the stardust and
cosmos
slide down my parched throat and
wash over my intestines,
like a pebble
drowning in the sound--

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this writers block is going to be the death of me.

edit: oh my god, i got a DD. whoa. thank you so much everyone who favorites and comments and even views this. aug, thank you thank you thank you.}