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my boyfriends master peice

It’s in the spring time in Italy, / You’ll pay a visit to a little bee, / Who’ll speak in bee into your ear, / And you’ll smile at the things you hear. He’ll chirp in …

The Day I Ate Myself

so then, in a mist of solid grains of rice, i ate myself.

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