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At night while you sleep, I carve out spoonfuls of gut, and wax and polish and buff and replace it with stitches so fine you can't discern the old scars from new.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
February 8th
At night while you sleep, I carve out spoonfuls of gut, and wax and polish and buff and replace it with stitches so fine you can't discern the old scars from new.
[February 2013]
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
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