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thirteen ways to kill your lover
a hundred and one ways to die

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Listen, quiet, still

there is emptiness crossings on corners she is draining down her eyes on green wave truths scratched from the dirt his false shadow, painted skin listen, quiet, still blood becomes a time bomb she is stardust she is earth old and broken down ghosts of factories the folding skeletons of past on fire transportation for…… Continue reading Listen, quiet, still

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