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“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC

Death, my lover

“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC

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