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you aren't safe, under the earth, hiding your actions, covered in dirt. like a snake, shedding its skin, if you fess up you can start all over again. the whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling. the balconies pass... and you don't even see them as they go by. it whips your body higher and higher. when your lips lock you both catch on fire. the crowd covers their eyes...
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