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concatenation

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“19 i have never heard anything / 20 more beautiful. i scrawl / 21 / 22 the data into my skull, / 23 it is my source code now.”

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Rimming

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“It is not a stretch when I say that I find delight / In a hungry hole, a faithful mouth waiting to be fed.”

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B led

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“And I played a game of religion or trust in my own body, / cutting more wounds than I could count, refusing to be just.”