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 3-Word Story... Part III |
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... rain pouring buckets,
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CLEANSING
the
Impure.
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.. has ceased. As
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light banishes darkness,
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... he caresses his
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sodden body to
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become a scalding
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... slippery mass of
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cries for pity
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The sun heats
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... the beds of ...
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the dreamers of
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trickle that began
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slithering tentacle-like, glinting
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pillars of black
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... puddles of red
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to seep into
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... open cracks of
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the vast Algectica.
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The neighborhood during
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sleeping lies seeping
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weeping, yet reaping ...
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some changes in
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attitude from the
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... oozing sticky mess.
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You might ask
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questions revealing everything.
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I follow one
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... tattered unopened envelope,
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