early machine
I weigh four pounds and scream like a hand. My mother dreams of a fly and my father dreams of a fly made from teeth and hair. An Ohio frog is crying over my legs. Nothing hurts, but I can’t unbring myself. Angels haze the ghost of god.
I weigh four pounds and scream like a hand. My mother dreams of a fly and my father dreams of a fly made from teeth and hair. An Ohio frog is crying over my legs. Nothing hurts, but I can’t unbring myself. Angels haze the ghost of god.

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