Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws.
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I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty
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like a hollow candy or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette i promptly extinguished
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in a dead infection a desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers.
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under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster i have become.
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Pixie
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| Pig Destroyer |
