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I start every year with desire
thick braid of maybe tied around my head The heart bloods the fingers to their tasks The calendar winking its filthy progression Every checked box is an impending excuse for another failure Every friend a bartender with a free pint of congratulations Tonight and every night we celebrate having one less thing to celebrate
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