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Sep 2016
my head feels bettr filled with blood
fear feels like comfort when it's overheated enough
things are easier and softer 6 feet beneath
hamster death and salt crystals are the same
in retrospect
i am never the same as i ever will be
yet i'll never stop waking up from naps sad
our tails wagged and then fell out
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spacedrunk  18/th ringz of saturn
(18/th ringz of saturn)   
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