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Stuff That Rattles the Cage
There were rebels and there were refugees right on his skin.

The names of the participants, our living connection to alleged labeling violations.

Pistols in the nightstand, heavy stuff, could be perfectly circular.

The point is, everyone enters in the house of your own life.

Her copious footnotes knew when to stop joking.

Rumors have emerged, they take pity on the boy, you do that.

The girl who drowns, she is embarrassed that her body drops into place.

She drinks like a camel.

Don’t dress up, pain and momentum will turn injustice of another sort

The collar of each coat.

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