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warm we link arms before the brawl breaks our ranks we touch again ineffectual fist to ineffectual face we are touched again to be peeled apart sprayed toward sobbing and held again in rapturous pain do you remember now singing by torchlight? do you remember the strange sounds of which we are capable? the moan…
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super villain, no. 1 [draft]
Firstly, I’m begging— please stop —Let’s settle this: I’ve done nothing With my life &Deserve no thickly patAcross a hunched back Ten fingers, ten toesLove music, hate snowMiddle class, average nose So, quit it with the praise.Here’s my escape plan — no matter how bad it seemsfor me, hold the ambulances: [090320122231]
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