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The hammer beneath your pillow
There to smash the head of your prince
When it turns back into a pumpkin
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The hammer beneath your pillow
There to smash the head of your prince
When it turns back into a pumpkin
The appetites of seven heroes splayed, dis- emboweled in a last, eighth fit of agony. Girls, crippled by wounds, spit blood upon the ground’s swell of arms, legs, and the breast-stained brains of dead villagers. Candide watched a monkey... Continue →