said save us
with blue lips
and medicine
all the trips
the tides
the agony
we feel fine when
she won't vacillate
adjudicate
exonerate
this list of poison
song
and ventolin
waver through
and sift
the heilkunst
forbode fur-budan
the snails fate
his home shell fake
this meager plate
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