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November 7, 2024

Went to shoot, I’m like, “What that gonna do?
That bullet’s for you, trust, you don’t want to see her face”
The monsters ate
I’m a hyena, so it’s nothing to wait
Played the back, log in the fire crack
Shadows dance about the cave
They gave the shadows names
Give men freedom, they’ll beg for chains, beg for change

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“…in her eyes there was a misty light, produced by defective contact lenses…”

Donald Barthelme | “Down the Line with the Annual”

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