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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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