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Bury a man and he stays under your fingernails and in your pores, bleeding out in every sweat drop and tapping on the earth your favorite bass lines, becoming an itch you only get from lying on airport carpets knitted like mating tarantulas or from picking at the underbelly of a scab. For months you’ll smell like him. Like a dead man’s hole.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
The Hard Part
Bury a man and he stays under your fingernails and in your pores, bleeding out in every sweat drop and tapping on the earth your favorite bass lines, becoming an itch you only get from lying on airport carpets knitted like mating tarantulas or from picking at the underbelly of a scab. For months you’ll smell like him. Like a dead man’s hole.
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23/USA
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
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