This heat wants my life and my hope and to hold my head in a vise not quite tight enough for the wet, merciful bursting, no, only at the aching precipice forever.
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there's just a lot of fruit
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This heat wants my life and my hope and to hold my head in a vise not quite tight enough for the wet, merciful bursting, no, only at the aching precipice forever.