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Monday
01Oct2007

you're not a robot yet

DateMon, October 1, 2007

hushed feelers are rusting, where a diamond ring cuts off the second finger in.

lips without a sheen are not weeping.

she’d like to nudge the yellow tape, to ruminate all the skinny girls.

i warm away these blistering beep beep chills to unearth a great panacea.

my mother formerly intrepid, dodging vultures.

my mother living the dream.

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