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you're in the kitchen again making coffee in the dark grinding beans, grinding teeth dark and bitter cups cracked and cut like her mind that brilliant fogged mind with fingers extended   she grasps onto shards of glass carving out carving in plummeting spurting crimson
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Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
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you're in the kitchen again making coffee in the dark grinding beans, grinding teeth dark and bitter cups cracked and cut like her mind that brilliant fogged mind with fingers extended   she grasps onto shards of glass carving out carving in plummeting spurting crimson
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Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
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