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| z | ...and under the crust of the sky is pressed into murk of structure that sticks in it's belly with rust-knives deluxe to extend through spine and viscera over moments of crushing wet intimacy of fringe disasters is over before it registers on the cataract of my kinesis all of them are white and fetid over rat houses and tunnel slime flow and... | 110302 |
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| lostgirl |
perhaps from holding on too tight or from keeping too much inside well, the other day the cork popped. |
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