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Invention (con't)
I confront the present. Not to sign the cross but to signing me. Aspirations of martyrdom I fuck up. Advise others not to Playing liberates I from you. Profiles of pronouns plucked over. I chew if love inhabits The innocent drama ends with us imprisoned of clarity Not the receiver I do justice to habit’s anonymity. Rachel who fell ill of pastry becoming It’s mine. I call it. We all do take a bottle Just spit. If I were an able body I wouldn’t be by those whom I I swap judgment for my own use. Less howling. A straight campaign against. |
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