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Throwing a dead cat into a freezer, cleaning the blood off my shoes, getting stitched up at Syosset Hospital. Leaving an old house for a new. Worshipping a god I don’t know, working late without food. Feeling the breeze of a warm winter, cold comes and chokes the flowers. Bald heads in the monastery in the land where no one goes.
Throwing a dead cat into a freezer, cleaning the blood off my shoes, getting stitched up at Syosset Hospital. Leaving an old house for a...
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