where is this thing that will satisfy? i feel a box brimful of hidden aggression with flashes of crashing glass and broken furniture strewn. a prepubertal mass of old habits has been thrown out of this house. but the old lady has her hands stuck with thick honey. the gooey lumps drip down her arms. making a mess on the immaculate marble floor. she thinks this is better than before, but, something is still missing. a large part of the house is missing.
release...
where is the release?
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Marilyn
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