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oviedomedina

Published: Aug 30, 2015

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You are not experiencing
the skin of a chicken
on your own bodybag:
It is the walls
who are shivering
with the cold.

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Sep 15, 2015

And the skin crawls. Saw it in SheDares' journal.
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