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| Is he looking at me or over my shoulder? Oh I don't know... | |
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| Senseless Octopus Water Passes Through The Fingers Of The Blind And Deaf Machine People. | |
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| He seems so content to just stand here and be with me. I don't want to rush things. | |
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| Fish Tooth Rising Obscures The Sun For Days Endless And Inverted. I Can Sense The Rotating Hog Patrol. | |
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| It all seems so futile, is he having these feelings as well? If only I could be sure... | |
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| Do Not Heed The Imploding Jesus, My Friend, We Shall Devour The Buzzing Infants In Their Own Milk. | |
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