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			<title>seep.</title>
			<description>dear girl, i can&amp;rsquo;t sleep if i am wearing socks. concupiscence is a long word for something with such a short life. ilike opening my eyes and seeing darkness. i like holding my breath so ican hear my heartbeat, because it seems like it must belong to someoneelse. it pumps too regularly, a..</description>
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			<title>then god is seven.</title>
			<description>Bingey, bingey, your contingency to allude to the situation of the suffocationin the altercation allows my disinterest to wither time,and your petulant pestilent persistence smells of rotting fruit, and, dear,the situation of the sack, the sheetof blood and flowers,coats me with a semblance,a resemb..</description>
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			<title>can we?</title>
			<description>            you can&amp;rsquo;t hear mewell, it&amp;rsquo;s not like you ever couldif you move i&amp;rsquo;ll stop talkingbecause i don&amp;rsquo;t want you to hear.darling.i don&amp;rsquo;t want you to hear all the truthsi need so desperately to transfuse into your systemafter i&amp;rsquo;ve been sustaining you onnothin..</description>
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			<title>impinge mass.</title>
			<description>I just want to lay in a field of long grass androll over up the stalks stretching upwards pointingdown showing me I&amp;rsquo;ve been laying on top of a warm massof white pulsating goo laced with creamy red swirls theblood pushing through it in hair veins feeding its bone growthnails shredding my backI&amp;..</description>
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			<title>incise.</title>
			<description>there has to be a breaking pointthe point where i'll give inthere must be an injection sitea hole you're stuck within i don&amp;rsquo;t mean to scare youbut i want to cause you harmhave you squeal in painas i dam up the rainneed your connectionbut not your affectionif you loose me let them bruise me-dar..</description>
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			<title>pocket lint.</title>
			<description>You drain me and sustain meYou hold me and you mold meA tender touch a venomous screechA slap on the hand a touch to the lipsYou hide me I cannot find meYou guide me where can I find meThe blood ceases who has taken meplease awaken meYou care I am awareYou warn beware they merely stareFlowing down a..</description>
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			<title>can you. </title>
			<description>everything goes quiet and fades into the backgroundso it doesn&amp;rsquo;t risk drowning out the silence inthe absence of your presencemy whole body is tense and knowing and waiting forsome relief like in those moments beforea yawn that never comesand my eyes feel hot and want to shut so thetears f*****..</description>
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			<title>depleted.</title>
			<description>it&amp;rsquo;s empty and hollow nowbut the ringing is still here.there are still those moments if hesitancya reluctance to fulfill an agreementthat cold heavy joy that comes upon the releaseand the warmth of hate that glows thereafteri&amp;rsquo;ve done this thousands of timesyet every time it feels rightbe..</description>
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			<title>dimethyltryptamine.</title>
			<description>never to let that green cold lightshine upon your skinno judging eyes peering through the glass past the clotted red andorange the light filters throughthe defensive tissue the judging eyessee the white glowing squeezebetween the finger the cold waterruns between the islands of whitecoagulated the s..</description>
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			<title>just two or more.</title>
			<description>it feels like every breath comingout of my mouth will issue fortha stream of sugar sweet stinking starchybadi wish every breath would so that itsremnants could lay there exposed on thefloor in heaving heaping moundsthe chunks forming mountains and theliquid forming wastelands betweenlay there in all..</description>
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