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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen) Like a warm campfireOnce chilled to the marrow of my bones
Strange tingling warmth has arisen And by some unknown means spread Into even the smallest of cracks In my once slightly fractured aorta Has travelled through each frigid vein Into every desiccated pore On all my exhausted limbs And been absorbed by every hair And for some odd reason I find myself unable to control My lips from lifting in your presence |
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