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Mar 2017
efh
holiness dissociates between my eyes
samurais with ptsd and human tendencies
are the closest to a lulluby during noon
between rib and flesh, the movement uncomfortable
nos vieux fantΓ΄mes, i want to go home
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spacedrunk  18/th ringz of saturn
(18/th ringz of saturn)   
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