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i am staging a secret sexual protest in your bed while you rest. each morning i dress you and put on your shirt like a reverse birth: hands-and-arms-and-head first. i'd make an excellent mother or an organ donor. some magic has been forgotten, the forests flatten, the only magic that seems real is the magic of confinement. you'd make an excellent father or a serial killer. 3 angels to receive my pain. they up and flew away.
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Demo,
released June 12, 2010
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