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shapeless meat falling into cylinders, grinding, spinning, letting itself be molded in the hopes of one day holding value, or at the very least a familiar form, leaping, leaning against a concrete wall, cornered by rats, vats in which we store our previous mistakes, failures that never got to walk the earth, the birth of something inherently undeserving, reserving, regretful conceptions we could never love

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Publicerad 2023-09-22 22:19

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