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bundles trundles of words wonders
to ache our heart pour out pout our
face long and worn our
imminent demise desire decries
stick that in anger that sad that
unbelievable
slick hands can’t grasp that load that
pangs pains sang prongthings that
just explained away
can’t be
,
oh bundlest rundles can i
pour out our about this about
face into you
how do you spell that
thing i want to say want
shriek to speak too sick too
spic-n-span life with this
unreal
moments too arctic and logcabin and
days too greys too haze to faze this
phase this face
the facts
just
are
we
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