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A thumbtack to the heart, a momentary migraine, suffocation in a hiccup. Every few hours my body sends a  meager glimpse of what's in store. But smoke is a fine pesticide. And the weather is nice just ask the mosquitoes.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
Vice Grip
A thumbtack to the heart, a momentary migraine, suffocation in a hiccup. Every few hours my body sends a  meager glimpse of what's in store. But smoke is a fine pesticide. And the weather is nice just ask the mosquitoes.
nathaniel-cyser
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
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