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It's a scream and a hollow moan. Heartbreak, memory loss, back pain, God damned cold. Winter floors and shallow pools of limestone tear drops, soiled paper napkins and heavy slush grey boots, little rocks irritating callous toes in damp cotton socks. Mother died angry, father died on a Tuesday, sister sits in a quiet room with a patient nurse and a window that doesn't open. Outside rainy days, oily hats and chilled to the knees. Run off a bridge, run onto the highway, run into a bank and scream, scream and shout and cry and stomp on the floor with both feet.
Secret sunrise, silent door prize. Happy Monday.
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Muthtard?! Don't let'th be thilly. Lemon, now that'th different...
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