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A young woman with two bones through her thoughts stayed with me in the red blood of the morning screaming about how her tooth sings like your truth stings, its lonely in your only home, Swim up your streams of leather so you’re sucking up stains in the valley coming up with whatever you can to try the believer is redfaced the letter is changing
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