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city 125 The loneliness they hide in window cleaner. The horse, the puppy, the two churches of thought on thirst. You with your son and maybe a meal. Snowfork. Snowspoon. Every past to become a future he's not in.
city 125 The loneliness they hide in window cleaner. The horse, the puppy, the two churches of thought on thirst. You with your son and maybe a meal. Snowfork. Snowspoon. Every past to become a future he's not in.
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