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dry heave wet earth, shoveled funny how nothing hurts anymore was i too late? wrap you in cloth no last words—i've said them all before you don't know what they mean i hope the soil is all right we tried to be gentle.
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May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 8:48 AM UTC
you died, and it's my fault
dry heave wet earth, shoveled funny how nothing hurts anymore was i too late? wrap you in cloth no last words—i've said them all before you don't know what they mean i hope the soil is all right we tried to be gentle.
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May 22, 2022 at 8:48 AM UTC
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