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whatever light scuffed vox winds I had caught are lost through window breaks.



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a man.
how useless he is.
inhuman.but beautiful 

brahms bluely rolling cars rosary gold glass needles and rum skittles in my cheek
I should have just strangled you in your sleep massaging your drowsy paws having some pity for you like a baby crying on the new york steam boats at night.

















In your romeo vein
in your
sleepy
sleep
sleep









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