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i wonder what death i'll wear
i wonder what death i'll wear when the soft scalpel of flaying darkness visits the veneer
of my stocky bones. i maybe think i'll touch the vale and tear an onyx breath by cleverly
decaying lungs, who by swift retracting fascia i'm a pulsing organ of health. We'll all go
there, lay in her soil bed, and unmotion unfinite..
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