What’s on the Daughter Channel, old bad goose? Violet aggro, incarnadine sulk a recitation from the Book of Lack Half-baked breadcrumb narratives toed just-so in the floorboard crack So no one knows about prehistoric pain or the Sapphic sky – so what? You’ll just have to let the berries be berries, let them be eaten and shat stop moping by branches with gluesticks only fools try to put old berries back
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