i broke my nose in burrel, i must have sky-dived from my bed, while i was vomiting up moon-shine and bread, the blood and vomit stained the floor in the morning. There, a testament to my arrival, to my descent. clearly, even now, though reset, my nose is crooked, has always been, deviated septum, the upper bone of it points left, or right if you're look right at me
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