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The sparechangers huddled beneath the broken neon, Reflecting on their lost days and lives. Matchbook Molly slammed her crazy bone against a crac..

Lungs moaning a sweetness with a hack, A rueful rasp and a nestling press, combined Make me wilt. I am so exhausted. Doting on me ev..

Aren’t you the flower? Expecting truth And reason as you flit in The sun. You will learn how self-serving Humanity is once you, too, D..

All souls touching and humming Towards the ends of the hours Reach for some flesh, Listen to one song for themselves. Wielding their ache tame..

My mother is frightening I like her Her laugh is severe She lashes her head back She is a subjugating intimate My forehead cracks when she ..

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