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I have no memory that is not a silence we sang in unison
is this a ghost or the future of my teeth
is your dad still a god
I interpret the wrong dream
do you
forget
I have no memory that is not a silence we sang in unison
is this a ghost or the future of my teeth
is your dad still a god
I interpret the wrong dream
do you
forget
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