it is never in (for '...')
andrew lundwall
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hiding in the snow
it is never our birthday
we are out amongst the world
biting those that care for us
bring me my scissors
let's make a love x
imagine the night
and its mascara
its simple
little doll
filled with
beatiful disgust
don't ever call me
i'll be invisible
my fist is a tiny insect
your love spins around
look me in the eye
my magnifying glass
is your
dark secret
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