Finished Folds (1—4)

• 1
  bloody waters appeared like veils of an era lifted. Vhoom... A jet lashed on its wrath and the meditation rested.

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  cskrd

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  2017-04-15 13:17:04

• 3
  A crunching need to bare open, clothes, space, to someone who understands. It expels this irony to the one who notices.

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  cskrd

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  2017-04-13 04:18:24

• 3
  Skeins, did you say? That's right. A never ending weave is the paradox between the urge to say and the inertia to find the thing to speak. Intentions, whose hourglass are they?

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  cskrd

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  2017-04-09 15:49:29

• 2
  A sour after taste remains in my mouth. Who would think Boredom could be more pressing than hunger.

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  cskrd

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  2017-04-09 15:42:21