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Behold Thy Mother

Behold Thy Mother Please come down. I’ve seen what you can do with water. Pretend we’re at that wedding short on wine. Remember the storm you slept through? You can always die later. I don’t want another son. Round up Gabriel, the hosts. Time is short. Lift one finger, and the world stops. Do it […]

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