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Sydney Whitby

anthropologist

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Unbecoming

I want to see you fall to piecesI want to see your face unfixedI want your unadulterated tongueI want your […]

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Hoarse vowels dryup in the windof winterthe trees refuse to bendthe lead stays stubborn, as lead. (It cannot be gold).

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