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| Soma |
black strands of slick hair stance shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of everyone with their shit together at the pharmacy I am oily greased and laden with the spittle of myriad voices it drips dribbles and shines as it see seeing seeps seeping into my cotton strand after strand thread after thread a tapestry of fate soiled by mortal minds and they are spic and span and shifting further away under their fear of being soiled too |
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