blanket kick

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dedicated to b.h.
(p.s., plz die in a fucking pit.)

just an endless blanket kick, goddamn son of a bitch will
succumb you
overwhelm you
sedate you
keep you until the light fans through the window in stripes and illuminates all the dust in the air and all of last night's mistakes.

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