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Slags move briskly around tightening the valedictory sin stifled by oral signs blurted out but said how can it be this gap, this hebe presumed ordinary yet so tangled up is it her or him or neither or both does it reflect is it mirrored? it strives for nothing more it chokes it further stamps on it, kills it but it rises again red and solid.
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