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I am lying
drunk on the thorny bed of my subconsciousness blue green black roses are pushing their heads through my inert body tickling my toes liver memories nostrils damn they smell like bourbon on top of a faded rose my lungs are smoking the soul out of me hey you life what are you laughing at
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