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White towel, on the ground. I lay. I say.
my eyes cupped an animal, goose bumps
and I dig, my resting. It matters not. Tongue.
of missing: mindful of tempest to occur
a spirit flees. I tripped. Laughed. At, I cried.
Hairs on end and the dead bones were I...
fell, as a child emerge. Bury me, I have no needs.
For a mansion nor family. Sickened en route...
to a billiard and yet no 8 ball.
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