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Soo... You leave de hall.

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but, do you love me? Do You?

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and all the things you did for ego

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Stigmata Martyr

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Marie Howe, from “Watching Television”, What the Living Do

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Would you water my garden even without flowers?

Would you eat my rolled-up candy heart?

I wanted to see the end of the world in your arms

devour me like cockroach entrails

-teresa on ecdysis

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I smell you on my teeth and every memory comes like a terminal disease

-teresa