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I could touch this in my sleep. It hasn’t changed. Attraction is a hole that breathing can’t find. Your dark mouth kills circle after circle and nothing from before makes it back. Not the angel making helicopter noises at a second angel being grown in a bloody deer. Not the face that became a face after seeing god’s face in a toilet not made for gods. Not the children. And not the children counting how many children can fit in a tank. Promise me something. I will eat this entire room.
kingsoftrain 
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