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Permafrost
Magazine
Thunder shook loose hail on the outhouse again today I bumped into you again I have no idea what you want but there was something I meant to say
As the day stops dead at the place where we're lost I will drug you and fuck you on the permafrost
There's not much that I miss I'm far too forgetful for that sugar's sweet some of the time it's hard to keep some things in mind
As the day stops dead ...
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