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I'm rubbing the right angle on a crucifix once more.
I'm looking in that window at you again you motherfucker. I see the bed. You're skin on the sheets.
My very own porcelain dream.
Girls trying to sneak in the fair, cops beat them down on their backs. Relinquish these hands from carving meat in the streets, miserable ham.
I live in a trashcan.
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