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Of horses wet with melted ice. They would not heed my advice, and burdened limbs of its weight; To break and rot a whispered fate-- Please Doctor, please. around my deed in a bloody sea to breach the hive and smoke the bees. You can be my friend. You can be my dog. You can be my life. You can be my fault. Please Doctor, please. The witches will return to their sticky tree knots. I will feel the sun I will feel the sun I will feel the sun coming down I wish I had; a horse's head a tiger's heart an apple bed

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