in a visual culture

when you were it and the sea, i moved to the zoo with blue stains and an Island

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Tracing galaxies on your forearm, I only wore _______________ rolled up like I imagined yours. Lets be brutal together. Put fingers in my mouth and face paint on. She is my beautiful son

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