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a voracious wrath vanishes varnishes stick to all wounds in the womb we vent the room repel the wasps that wait on the inner side of the window for the light to toast them the bulb is a wastebasket with light stuck in it
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
the bulb is a wastebasket
a voracious wrath vanishes varnishes stick to all wounds in the womb we vent the room repel the wasps that wait on the inner side of the window for the light to toast them the bulb is a wastebasket with light stuck in it
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
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