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MOUTHWINGS
MOUTHWINGS
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
― Richard Siken
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“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” ― Charles Bukowski
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