mary, carry your shame well past all those eyes across the avenue, fish heads running from rain. you know i'll do anything you want me to. lamp oil lovers may say "freedom hangs like heaven over everyone." ain't nobody knows what a newborn holds, but his papa's going to hide shaking gristle and shaking like bone, shaking like bone.
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