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pale screens woken for the gleam of a bare breast and those who like scribes sniff out blood erasing the pages of future history wet pavements swollen with the sight of shamed madonnas and walls with a ladder of red leaves leading straight to the windowpane leaden breaths as i watch them smile waiting for a bullet to jump from the screen they have the power to turn it into a round breast
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 6:33 AM UTC
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pale screens woken for the gleam of a bare breast and those who like scribes sniff out blood erasing the pages of future history wet pavements swollen with the sight of shamed madonnas and walls with a ladder of red leaves leading straight to the windowpane leaden breaths as i watch them smile waiting for a bullet to jump from the screen they have the power to turn it into a round breast
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Mar 8, 2026 at 6:33 AM UTC
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