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widows an antique replacement
a briefcase filled with mace
widows six legged lost and found
students spray the kent state mist
wishing wills missing clientele
widows sex legged lost and found
parkas worn in summer apparel
sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows
widows veiled in rebound sheets
this is the ghost of a chance the lonely
widows sex legged lost and found
precision watch the scalpel make roads
hear them talk in paranoid parables
widows sex legged lost and found
storefront chairmans fingering buttons
this running of the bulls will trample all
the life support system
madrid space station spain
e space flesh vs machine
matadors chase the bulls in a china shop
gored my neck but don't spare me death
i'm running circles red cape paper
taste the vapor
matadors chase the bulls in a china shop
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