had we been domesticated at early ages we wouldnt have such unkempt hems
i could sew your split lips, symmetry would be a virtue
i miss you i miss you i miss you
hallelujah you're a ghost between my walls
hallelujah i'm a fever
drink up the marrow
a harmonicas what you got
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a wish for every lash and limb
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