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there’s no body for the soul to go into. as a murderer can better tell you where the survivors are, a baby can worship its mouth. I hear coughing when I’m about to be gentle.
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dream enters the girl I’ve decided to have. you know her mother as the doctor of my impostor. as the one who said the battery is real.
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I abandon my cane like a robot that wants to climb a tree. there’s a mattress that’s not the river she pulled it from.
kingsoftrain 
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