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1d
Bigotedly, I held the same view,
Pacing a tank domestic and half-full
As the airbag now sprung from the hemisphere of my lungs,
Stone-hard and hysteric in the cradle of your palms.
Renee C
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Renee C  16/F
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     rick, Evan Stephens and Immortality
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