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In that exquisite instance the sun broke through the clouds.
I walk, and I'm a thousand miles away from you. Each step an orgastic titillation.
You broke my broken world, but it fell back together. I pressed my coal into diamonds then spat on your grave. I got on my horse and then threw a parade.
I knocked on the gate and St. Peter let me in. Now we drink peace and toast to your sin.
The sun rises so new, still bloody from the night's womb. I eat my donut and savor my oran
Life 2.0
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