All pests aside,
we need formaldehyde
I'd bridge these gaps
if not for mental lapse
Come now
we've got to
cherish these thoughts some how
These ghosts of friends
increase in increments
Subsurface
serves no purpose
and the word is
you deserve this
All bets are off
for captured Atlas Moth
The tears run dry
for collared butterfly
Goddess, I know
that I haven't a lot to show
Subsurface
serves no purpose
and the worst is
you deserve this
Do you feel bad?
Good
Cause you should
Cause you should
'Neath glass
Your extremities pinned at last
My own
my own
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