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After Catherine |
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we will not again beneath the light of the moon bodies packed with fewer and fewer maggots as the years unravel each cavity holds less of a heart to feast upon & furthermore the orange trees swell their hideous branches the hillside refuses to burn each once-love is become domesticated even vengeance withered now having walked with you from the mountains willingly into wretched daylight not even my bones showing |
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