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"And it feels as though God has abandoned you … in a stark place."
-A. Christie-
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An arrangement of pieces, choreography of accidental encounters each of which denied them a presence or indicated any possible progress.
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I do not command, I obtain.
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She'd belittled the Plath of me, that small measure which i yet adored; that then, became a tipping point in our conjectured inevitability.
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in crush
you lick
the soil soul of
my backgrounds
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I'll make you quiet.
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slicing through the young
smiling
alcohol ghost
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I'll make you run.
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