Jane and the Modern Wars
Your body is a biohazard is no longer.
A biting insult. With open arms.
I welcomed meat back into my diet.
I am too comfortable to make for good.
Witnessing. In the non-earned sky.
Sizzling gratefully. Let the russified cleave.
To the blank pilgrims. Vital sylphs.
When it comes to historical disasters.
I'd rather experience one of each.
But you sent me four of the same.
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