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These are not my cheekbones but I wear them like I always do. I am the tiny person inside my skull. I am not used to being alive. The world is plastic apples. The ghosts line up in Christmas sweaters. Death can be whatever in hindsight. A light shining 24 hours on a parking lot. A mountain in a swimming pool. You misunderstand, my funny demon voice is my real voice.









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