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from gnarled, alveolar branches like the limbs of a sunken and tubercular harvest queen Once I rose in stealth to walk by fading starlight along
Take off your hat and unbutton your gloves State your intention I want a classic, tubercular love Textual tension cnd you're smooth Telling me I
Down at the mission Lined up at the trough Father Christmas appeared With a tubercular cough But it was hard not to smile With a belly that full a fat
Down at the mission Lined up at the trough Father Christmas appeared With a tubercular cough But it was hard not to smile With a belly that full a fat
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