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to all new arrivals

she poured her breath like lilies over me and the beer reek froze

and the cigarette stench drained as tranches fell past a torn iron city sky hanging from a lamppost.

and as the tear drop rises to meet the comfort of the band

I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself

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