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... dust
re-disintegration. convulse. a dead universe - impales this twilight
fear aligns. sadistic me. meant to devour. despair
sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have.
a snail along a straight razor - dividing itself through motion
i charge this feeble product of god
laughing, drenched in the bile of millions
chewing o... |
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... slow drip over stones,
Toads brooding wells.
All the leaves stuck out their tongues;
I shook the softening chalk of my bones,
Saying,
Snail, snail, glister me forward,
Bird, soft-sigh me home,
Worm, be with me.
This is my hard time.
Fished in an old wound,
The... |
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