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How many degrees of separation are there between the Reaper, Providence, and me…
Since you’ve been gone… I’m a tornado Of wet grief and thirst Eye an anxious nimbus Mouth…
I sit in this combusting chrome can, the rubbertires taking us swiftly to New…
