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| the window in this room is painted shut the floor slopes footsteps on these boards release dust in the room below your body mine 3 days unwashed the bedsheets are harsh synthetic your slit is viscera viscera hangs between my legs your bracelet is twisted on the table you say that you remember nothing before this the window is painted shut the floor slopes footsteps on these boards release dust in the room below your stare burns my shadow onto the wall eden is burning |
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