{Fig. 14: IOWA relax… it’s over, you belong to me; I fill your mouth with dirt; Relax… it’s over, you can never leave; I take your second digit with me… Love…; you are… my first, I can barely breathe; I find you fascinating; you are… my favorite, lay you down to sleep; it’s all that I can do to stop… love…; so blue… so broken, paper doll decays; I
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