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human pelts

So call yourself into each token of human progression; all the orbiting rays of your spent time, solid earnings: your toothbrush, cigarettes, bedsheets, so I may devour each with such splendor and exuding forces, that can absorb you onto me.

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molly-barclay

English

Published: Feb 5, 2011
LinesWords: 640

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