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| melancholy, bereft, arduous siphon to render each jamb in seduction lowers the casket in pails of deceit pine, too thin for the nails dirt, too lush for the mouth yer feet are sprung. halo, slung, spills neon blood. back to the wall, prehensile tongue, two-tined, eyes release the wolves - I'm reticent treads the center aisle confessed, confided cheers, thrown like confetti. I stayed to clean up your act a needle to sow yer panty slid yer days on my tenuous thigh the born again want fresh plates too at the brunch skin salad of yer benign is cloth pulled from the table of faith to reopen the wound in yer thumb a splinter for the lamb to pull the hole in my chest be-dammed |