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MITM #161

Sitting here alone on my porch as the dawn breaks and the eager breeze moves over the contours of my skin untangling every hair perking up to greet the sun, enveloping all the nooks and crannies of the hardest to reach untouched crypts and chasms which lie deep within my wonderland, with its sweet and brisk breath, I welcome the air as it bathes my body and cleansizes my soul. Won’t you join me?

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MITM #161 Monsters in the Morning