( from ) diets of the resurrected
I can’t keep creating the devil that the bogeyman beats you to. Repetition has no birthday.
Time is still the time it takes to draw a creature untouched by human thought.
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Ohio genitalia:
It changes nothing that my boy body leaves the seesaw for a tree on its way to lightning.
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In a poem called Despair
despair is the wine we age imagery with. In the poem
Tornado, poverty has too
many gods.
kingsoftrain 
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