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drug laboratory destiny calls. blood and urine stench an ugly beige
building, the plastered walls and yellowing white halls of stern faces
and green plastic cups. i'd like to break apart this clear dim light
with pills flushed down the toilet, spiraling away.

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little sandwiches with the crusts cut off, and tiny cups of tea.
porcelin grins splashing in the scalding sugar cube dissolver.
manicured fingers tapping againt fine china and lace tablecloths.
smiling stiff dolls, waxy lips and flaxen hair and glassy glazed eyes.
staring into the nothing. it's the sprinkle of morphine in her tea.

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i see certain majesty in our pale anatomies. hold me as carefully as a fragile angel statue alongside the water lilies. we are as delicate as new clay, limbs intertwined and glances towards our feet.


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