So, the cold and not-called culprit holds up its rib hamburger heart outline and sighs openly.

get it?

yeah, i know...

a secret protest of my unoccupied rib cage camera stall optically compositing itself onto a anti-capitalist glass of water...

the cot, the squat, the cause, the street, the mayor, you, me and everybody else in the head of my cold all-quiet city opened...or pain...

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