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Thy womb which executes the maroon antidote-helpless without it for my spirit might rid of this unanimated dismal, this pointless breathing casket and all that is attached. Thus perhaps it would stop this heavy force of melancholy sinking through the surface of my skin-and somewhat like a carbon-print deeper marking my scared insides…casket and all that is attached.



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