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YOU KILL YOURSELF TO RAISE THE DEAD

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the animals on a very bright day offer professions of good will. one month ago, near the shores of the Bosphorus, i slept on a park bench then ate a potato. the Bosphorus is not an empty background. this gut kicks or rather there is a stranger at the door and the stranger is a strangler. i found grieving in the grass and constantly stain the curtains. i found a pervert in my throat. What is attached to a dignified demeanor? If you are too comfortable with a voice do not employ it. The ships are not the waves and vice versa.
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you kill yourself to raise the dead.

all the people that we’ve _______ and all the people that we’ve_______

you kill yourself to raise the dead.

the years flash.

what goes thin goes sure.

you kill yourself to raise the dead.

freckles on the shoreline.

my phone refuses to sing.

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well, then, for my part, a lover distinguishes movement from motion. but i ask you what is the motion of a lover if not an apology for death. do you think me sheep? very well then. i am sheep. my nose tweaks inside every description. i’ve been pressed into a slow cooker. this grass is not dry and therefore i must keep moving. yes, indeed, you may even say i fickle myself sick. conceptions are not contraceptions.

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