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Dd. SPUNGIN

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I Drop Fortuneteller in wolf‘s clothing, the plot thickens The skin around my heart thins I am almost done The rock broken, pieces line the riverbed I cross her bleeding palm with Gibraltar Night darkens to a moonless black The dry place, I am awake I drop.

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