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if you could cure the world

of all its diseases and spread

the soul of lysol,

would you know when it was finished? 

there are women at the gates

of heaven, with orange hair and

peach skin, they spin with grass skirts and

blue hair.  your skin comes into contact with

the limits of

living and you turn over again, because

you’ve forgotten to come from your

bedside table.

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