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stuck in the throat a scream that does not echo
and does not creep slowly over the dermis
of the dead tongue that lets itself be carried on the wings of flies...
what's the point of cleaning the dust of purgatory if the next step is hell?...

PAR
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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