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Have you seen it to? I encountered it in 2010. It began as a keychain and turned into an idol of sorrow.
Writhing and undulating deep below inside tunnels of hot earth she moves us. We puppets, we dolls are hers to play with, tethered helplessly by a cord that can't be cut.
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