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every evening i slaughter the sun. every evening i cut her up on unforgiving mountain peaks i dip her blood orange blistered flesh in saltwater; i do this for the moon. the sun gurgles as she drowns
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
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every evening i slaughter the sun. every evening i cut her up on unforgiving mountain peaks i dip her blood orange blistered flesh in saltwater; i do this for the moon. the sun gurgles as she drowns
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
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