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the brief memoirs of a pineapple ( a f r u i t y t a l e )
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my skin cut the lip of the sun-king my lopped top grew new roots i am not an apple a comet or the antichrist my death was flesh in rings & chunks ...
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the brief memoirs of a pineapple ( a f r u i t y t a l e )
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my skin cut the lip of the sun-king my lopped top grew new roots i am not an apple a comet or the antichrist my death was flesh in rings & chunks ...