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Carving a hole to glimpse the dilated ego
Careening, devoting hairs of misfortune
To that balding, ethereal world
I was a blast from the painted cannon
Silent, mastered, incapable
And still am, mind you (mind myself)
The truncated piano and smothered wooden doll
The muddied bonnet, bleached photograph
Of a corner store
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tumble down from the mountain
rolling through make-shift streams
to reach it's final destination: you
you puddle, you stream, you cess pool
at the base of the mountain everything sits
standing
waiting
unclean
when you hit, puddle, you will fall back
splash your unclean waters upon my oily skin
i do no absorb your toxicity
you do not destroy me
your waters recede back into lifelessness
stand-still abattoir that you are
rotting meat mixed with blood mixed with anus
burgers burgers burgers burgers
everywhere.
insect-burgers.
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