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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables how will it work when we're gone?would you care to touch
my clavical? would you dare to eat my head? would you imagine me and you in a casket when we're dead? would you live inside a closet closed would you die beside a sloths three toes? I do not know that you could and even if I knew it dear i'm not sure that I would love is quite the silly beast perhaps it dies with breath i can not promise forever love so let's just say til death. |
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