Eating the trash without strings in the middle of everywhere. The world is a tomb. Stacking bodies on top of buildings and vice versa. A child floating in womb dead as Kennedy. A mother picking fragments of herself, off the black tiles of a sad and burning hospital. He was going to be a leader.
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