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Jan 2016
We gathered round the baker's corpse
when he fell off of his flat.
Waterworks came shortly after.
Blood was pouring from his broken body,
nauseating the entire crowd.
We heard a crack coming from the asphalt prior,
which we thought to be him breaking all at once.
Some say that someone pushed him,
some say it was his job.
effie ebbtide
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effie ebbtide  19/Transfeminine/?
(19/Transfeminine/?)   
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   --- and Bianca Reyes
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