meditations on persona
was this bug was biting me into house and home
/ the baby it was my belief
had come out to give me
a knowing
look
/ I couldn’t
so to silence
eat my way from a wet paper doll
was this bug was biting me into house and home
/ the baby it was my belief
had come out to give me
a knowing
look
/ I couldn’t
so to silence
eat my way from a wet paper doll

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