I close my eyes, squeeze hard, when you open the landscape is set as if meat. tattooed flesh. I feel a deep sadness, creeks, streams, forests, hills, trees and rocks show his submission, his face beaten animal. Again and again. Transformed, cut, dried, plundered, cut, plowed, sulfated. a surgery blind and sick, close to the bite said each of the moments of the landscape. I close my eyes again. The sound of an engine through the skyline. Squeeze hard, my breath was about to cry.
- Are you in here? "It's a voice at my side.
- No. This is not now.
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feel the ivory flesh ascend the thigh. I am also being devoured.
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