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just before the fall the damn brittlebrown leaves, tin trees with veined fingers bloodless & burned down deep now dustchoked in the angles, the wailing and the whiteness mangled metal, papers pulped, dig bodies, x amount : obscene.
I bet I'm more talented. And better in bed. And smell nicer.
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