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my glare rots apples.

i'm a floating stain

gripping your dreams.

hammered by my reign,

your husky security

got ripped down

to the studs.

now available in

tropical generosity

that fucks you in the ass.

and i recall the

thieving, the thieving.

now i've seen it all.

A Cardigan Demeanor

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