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Ill Conceived

AKA: I Should Have Looked Up The Definition Again Before Writing Chills shiver up the spine, settling in to chatter teeth which clench, a vain attempt to hide from the world that illness grips tight, weakening muscles, blurring thought, and chaining imagination.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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