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Apr 2016
i will not try to fill the void
i'll let it fill me
my face will be set on stone cold
my hands will shape into claws
my mouth with make no noise but hungry, vicious
my eyes will pierce and my body will transform
a fine creature it will make me
lemon
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lemon  somewhere in the midwest
(somewhere in the midwest)   
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