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The moon has lost her memory
Violets burston my forearms but I am stilla half-split cell and even as I tryto peel myself freeI feel ashamed I want to lovelike a bursting waterfall but all my lovely sweetness is gone and I love likea dirty stream like raising eyesto stare directly at the sun
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