before
the occult outhouse, your senses may topple
how
much love exactly is rubbed in an avalanche of lice?
whose
volume, in that event, is refreshing?
doesn't it sound as old as the constant clanging of a blackhead discharging?
you can't taste without swallowing
before
exhuming the demon, the water looks creepy
water
couldn't be made to wring out the drowning
or the
loose, damp spot above a stolen organ
get
used to the plaster's involuntary reflexes
although
it took place under suspicious circumstances,
since
the organ replacement the marionette has been voted
the
most loved person at the party, hiding its scar
underneath its rape cape
a
critter grinning with small teeth the whole time at a party
it's
assimilating, you just don't notice it
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