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Sometimes it feels like drowning

Migrants at the border wall babies grandmothers gather gather America the Final Girl smashes the other crooked fell her obsessive draw America the Final Girl is Phillip who wears built up shoes his legs different lengths America the Final Girl is a prostitute on Aurora in pink thigh high pleather boots frantic holds out her cell phone afraid to get shot America the Final Girl is a six year old boy straddling the wall in white wrinkled cotton he left his bicycle his dog his father he chalks Jesu Christo on the pillar connecting radiating metal bars America the Final Girl is a red nosed pit bull tearing up the lawns sprinklers dance cages clanging Coca~Cola splashes her hot masturbating tongue America the Final Girl is children singing in frightened classrooms America the Final Girl is spinny and frantic America the Final Girl moves her feet brushes her hair tangles fortune with prayer cards grows terrible and wild and vain America the Final Girl crashes into bald a rat tail coiled under one wig or another