small poems against dying
Pain, born born, is a color that has no color. Thunder shakes three blue doors. I call everything a field. Angel learns from ghost how to put a cigarette out on a mouse without hurting the mouse. To be abandoned Eat
Pain, born born, is a color that has no color. Thunder shakes three blue doors. I call everything a field. Angel learns from ghost how to put a cigarette out on a mouse without hurting the mouse. To be abandoned Eat
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