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the.september.rain.exorcism
i took a painting of your shadow and smashed it in the pouring rain. my anger, streaming from my lips with cold drops and persperation, and an opaque white mist. the rock hurts my palms so much, but i bring it down again and again, until i am folded over your smashed likeness, exhausted and wet, beneath a broken memory... my only comfort.
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