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Solitude sticked its fingers
in its mouth and threw up my violet entrails I said my heart lives illegal in my body it has no flesh no blood the moon masticates my shoulders white tongue swimming deep into frightened and tired souls human traces crushing loneliness printed into the asphalt my soul can hardly breathe into a three-barrelled gun
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