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She's got fingernails like beetle shells Lashes like arachnids Grasshopper cloppers And the feelers of a healer Loud as a monarch She's got a tick That's gorged itself to grapehood Her second heart exposed Like a colostomy bag Some kind of mystery flag Rolled up, dipped in kerosene And stuffed into a bottle of glowworms
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
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She's got fingernails like beetle shells Lashes like arachnids Grasshopper cloppers And the feelers of a healer Loud as a monarch She's got a tick That's gorged itself to grapehood Her second heart exposed Like a colostomy bag Some kind of mystery flag Rolled up, dipped in kerosene And stuffed into a bottle of glowworms
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
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