Flicker on, low groaned belly ache, become wide-mouthed to the air's flavor adding rich spice to your increasing tongue. Wavering blue bodied yellow hair grows with every swallow, casting its smile on deepening walls, blind to the shortage of rope. You will vulture the basement of your shrinking home, thirsty and crazed, until you are a drifting silence of burnt perfume.Birth sign: Cancer
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