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gonna plant this seed scratch it deep into the lacerated soil, the blossom is a scream and the roots are an infection and we must tend this cruel foliage, tilling it aerating it with bitter jabs and wrenching blades we can write a history of the inhumanities we try to hide and we can paint it in colors of blood, shit and bile highlight the good parts with fire
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