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Oct 2018
we soldier on in the endless march of our quietude sprawling the width of our last fake smile.
staring at a focal point so pointless you hardly explode without vanishing.
but never write letters. you tumble into tomorrow's womb like an orphan of yourself.
terminally accidental on purpose
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
     Krista DelleFemine and Third Eye Candy
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