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birthplace 25 The violence did not survive the poem. I know you wanted to see god. My stomach didn’t actually become a star. I am not good looking and all this has been to say as much. Also, ghost, also. The angel’s diary is light on imagery. Hurt travels by not moving. Yes, they were nudes, but not until I put them face down. Someone had taken from you the only year you’d die.
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