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| z | flame! and fur, and fuel, and forest. I wait, crouched in the margin, out of the firelight, out of the circle, surrounded, howling silence under the crackle, under the cold, muscles at war, and singing sharp shatters, the quiet roars orange, i am lost | 120727 |
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| disgustipated | 120727 |