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Jul 15
Where are the strings I can cut?
Where are the embers I can smother?

How can I put this in a jar
and put it on the shelf
like you can?

I know I pulled the trigger
and I must eat the bullet
but how are you able to drag
your own dead body through it?
Pink Taylor
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