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meanwhile, at the capital... streets lined with mattresses like piles of flesh trees above that shudder like a final breath a branch of cherry blossom like baby pink fingertips of limp forearms dangling off edges of crinkled white mattresses, a flower
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
cherry blossom
meanwhile, at the capital... streets lined with mattresses like piles of flesh trees above that shudder like a final breath a branch of cherry blossom like baby pink fingertips of limp forearms dangling off edges of crinkled white mattresses, a flower
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
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