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1. Her speech is like gold. She smiles, sells veils in bulk. Find bliss in these shrouds.   2. I cannot save you But I will make you perfect. Drink deep from this cup. 3. Plastic is our king. Watch me move mountains with it. Christ was made from me.   4. Consume me, monster. Loneliness to be no more. He says, I'm sorry.   5. He says, I love you. Her heart is in the backyard. The dogs live there now. 6. Red runs down her arm. I am a God, she murmurs. Everything goes black.
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 7:07 AM UTC
The Death of A Cosmetic Saleswoman in Six Parts
1. Her speech is like gold. She smiles, sells veils in bulk. Find bliss in these shrouds.   2. I cannot save you But I will make you perfect. Drink deep from this cup. 3. Plastic is our king. Watch me move mountains with it. Christ was made from me.   4. Consume me, monster. Loneliness to be no more. He says, I'm sorry.   5. He says, I love you. Her heart is in the backyard. The dogs live there now. 6. Red runs down her arm. I am a God, she murmurs. Everything goes black.
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 7:07 AM UTC
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