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[lickthiscancer]

                                          Wavering piece of warped board stood on by a variation
                                         repeating over and over again 'Ah, but I thought...' in awkward
                                         shame, I know. Step over and out, eye type thing everywhere.
                                         It is dark. Haunting tension, varietyless -- hopeless. Makes me
                                         cough. This happened here, I'm wearing it around my neck, it is
                                         dangling forward, going back, hitting me. I see and hear them. I look
                                         but do not find and I close my eyes again. This room has a
                                         sickness stemming from the floor, nauseatingly wet and
                                         weakly familiar. Blurred faces blaring through country western fires
                                         justify the self here. Sinews tougher than the bones, in the end,
                                         sat down to tomatoes.