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Jul 30, 2010 22:33

my eyelashes steal from the tide
raise bastions against their mothers while all the livestock hide
i carved them all from cursed stones
i washed the skin from their bones
and then i lowered the town gates to let the leeches bleed them from their homes

regenerate-i have a starfish's tongue
some intestinal tourniquet wrapped around it because the fiddler crab clamped down
smallest damn claw i ever
yea, and?
don't even have
my skeleton glows to be unlike yours

big my, combusting dirigibles fill sky
though dishonest leaves make wishes of these
but the fall is inevitable as the cuticle satellite wanes, i'll bathe in your paper-maned mountain with the hope that i don't come out the same
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