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The Gripping...

By Priestess

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The Gripping... ............................................ Smoke-like breath ... seeping ... from a gash drenched with tar. After taking ... one more hit; ... are you proud of who you are? Can you feel the gripping, ... so tight ... around your neck? And you seem to ask and wonder ... why ... you’re such a wreck. S.S.Snapp ~ 1992 ~ ..........................................................1992, I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of my mind... Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 06:42 AM PST   0 • 12

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