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when she touches me it's like a rodent sifting through garbage but it's
better than just rotting away when she kisses me her lips are like chalk
beneath empty socket eyes compassion takes too much effort I suppose the
dead honeybees suckle withered flowers 'cause they don't know what else to
do
