we'll never ever get enough time

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By Valeria

oh to not have to suck the marrow out of every single day to throw the bones away not even make broth to find unkarmic death comforting if a little gross a little sticky to move on and move along to borrow happiness hope from tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

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