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Her profile in the doorframe is a place that doesn't exist
Following the tread here
Vapor oceanside off the edge of the world
Hydra of midnight hour
Long before the supernova
Nightmares of the falling dead that morning from windows plummeting
O President, your grave is too late for him
They hunt dolphins bloody in the water
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