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God crushes angels in a mirror.
A childhood haircut catches fire near my unseeable wrist.
That deer coughs up a string from your mother's stomach.
Doves
for less
solve
death
God crushes angels in a mirror.
A childhood haircut catches fire near my unseeable wrist.
That deer coughs up a string from your mother's stomach.
Doves
for less
solve
death
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