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I am not the first to know how the world will end.
image
my second language, my lost
ghost / be alone
be like
a motorcycle…
your mother
she took an apple
from the wax
pig
museum / with what,
no,
where
do you poke
starvation
I am not the first to know how the world will end.
image
my second language, my lost
ghost / be alone
be like
a motorcycle…
your mother
she took an apple
from the wax
pig
museum / with what,
no,
where
do you poke
starvation

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