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Jun 7
but not consecrated, nothing holy. 'bout me, excluding this bodies holies, by which I blatant blather re
my hole-ies,
the sane same places thru we ******,
intake
expiate
initiate
the most
intimate
intense
purely
human activities
breathing
excretion
speak
see
hear
make love
completely
hell
maybeΒ Β the
places
we get


consecrated

**** ain't that iron ironic

or is this just another con
centric to human existence
may 2035
advise typos
Nat Lipstadt
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
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