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i can't beat the clock. the hands of death, if hands at all, are linked to my limbs, in martyrdom. in fall, i smell lilies, like those we tossed into the ground with you. why are we buried closer to hell?
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
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i can't beat the clock. the hands of death, if hands at all, are linked to my limbs, in martyrdom. in fall, i smell lilies, like those we tossed into the ground with you. why are we buried closer to hell?
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
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