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It Is A Competition

Then the car uncrashes and crashes again in reverse the trail of a spring we cut out hands and try to bleed but there is no light within me. we cut our hands and try to move again, I am still in bed it is 10:42 I actually had the dream once and that same night my step dad had a dream Elsa was tearing up all the these jams and the rats were dancing. That was the golden fleece burned by a yellow three day candle. It was a year of a lot of things I don't consider necessarily fun. Questions

Just a pinch of dust will do that to a man.


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