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it fits like a glove
just to feel connected
to warm my darkest hours
bitter, hand-wringing remorse
this morbid pathology
talking to damaged people
this morphine like bliss
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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