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skin is stretched and dried on the ceiling my sweat drops into one side my cunt is toothed and oscillating sound of a sail bricks in the air laid by the ocean we go on your palm you music we can walk on what Brecht says reality is beautiful and maybe that is you looking at my sexuality in a communist religion I think of our deaths and smile
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inflamed a dress hangs as note to self noted the same room it was a vial of dark i drank from rotting of childhood dying would make me hungry for living my skin thin and thinner the erring beams that attached me to the lifes as i keep dying in relations it was desire a brilliant dry snow flake with a virtual gun & amp; a sinewy surprising strenght will be your worst enemies, a swarm of eight-legged goats in pairs of life and ghosts, a slow river of green an red velvet, lilies embroidred in it as mirrors to whips and leather, the laughter embedding the river, the distance between the melodies of two trees covered in moss and bugs, masks of cynics worn as strenght, the indulgence of fragility and glitter, their horse legs, will be your worst enemies, raise hell before your enemy with your worst enemies, the enemy in anomy, was drifting with the hellhounds, our blood betrayed in mirrors, a circulation that sucked it, to flesh out the poem and light it on fire
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you hear the music come closer broken horse no longer categorica l steps door melodrama your soul is folding over navel gazing into nothing that one is doing a little dance everything is a really bad
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With no child of her own. Her head is a lion's head Her body is a donkey's body She roars like a lion She constantly howls like a demon-dog.
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songs after hope
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the clock is growing. its heavens are dark purple and spider legs appear as insurmountability. a branch claws its way forward to pluck me and I live two timed. now in a spotlight. an arena for feeling. disappear as being a child rivets. speaks guilt. the terms will never be right. it is everywhere and this is time unforgiving.
聽the gas of childhood misuse has my growage
in a vaster flower bed our roots are touching
in the dark shimmer branch out into anger
聽interrupting
oh shrewd murder
you are so beautiful
you draw me
in and I love you
am a child again.
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