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Toomy.

I know them,
you, it: when I live,
feel it vicariously,

transmitted
from all through your veins,
through your mind,
Back to me.

Dead
as you can
make me I shall I live
on and I will

have you know I am
far fucking stronger
than you think of me.

You?
You’re
the fucking
weakling.

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