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Mannequin Hand Trapdoor I Remember
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Nervous, spotted, not alone on a gummy mag slick
Your last great mime eyes watching pieces go fall
Through an eye of mucus, poor living goes
The way a glass of still water brings out, strings out
An entire night's sleep, the ringing in
Your ears after locking a series of doors
When you feel friendless and all, the sense of thin kitchen noise very
Pregnant throughout the house, letting
The few squeaking floorboards know
That they cannot but sleep through you
A dream scream zilch to the woke
Warning power not unlike that of the thermostat
Steady on the warm dot of weed buckling down to
The ten thousand sours of timeline indulgence
A silent, undeniable page break
Sure, you swear you've seen the loudest single grain of CNC track all
The way to the short trousers road to the diminish of pant utility
Flashing calf meat at the big water mom
Avoiding the way in peace, dignity
That's losing count, saying great, oh, six pounds eleven out
Scissor waiting happy 'til the ribs of hooks free
All that respect you're never seeing or your
Blood just fade outside your body at once
All that ignoring of the fewest golden properties
Skipping on the cursive, "Will you help with pregnancy?"
Monotones twinkling, twining throughout your searing center
Such thick thought power over an anti-gravity
Pro editing the press machine to fits because you're this
Media fetus lying mom owing straight men coughing
Bird badly and drinking broken English like a rock
The caveman absolute over paint face, then garden goes
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Cat toys, the astronaut in those nails
Sound good in innocence, blindly, blind and shackled
Better than she, better, it's toxic to the remedy
You would call somebody to smile rich, my love!
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Wait 'til I wake to the mid in this fifth world
Crutches and kicked in my mother's forgive me
My therapist sickled one more crash to live
But would rather not die from a wire or bridge
If it's for me to heal or to finally forgive
I believe that this mustache to rig is
Closing your rift, I forget I be fifty, that's
Bigger than fearless for something like this
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Trapping yourself in a solid fashion magnet
Before the civil sexual hinge, your father honest and alimony-less
And the thickest of glass blowing, his squeezed
Teeth saying your mother's become disgusting
She is, was secrets to the club tongue of a Jersey secretary
Oh, you remember Barry in the thin
Inner hand cells that refuse replacing
'Cause he won't bite into your warm arm for
Fear of bursting the bulging, obvious veins
The same veins your heart seems so impatient with
Maybe you're not so deep, it makes a second knot more
Massive than your filthy average ten-year-old smart punk slip
Maybe not, you're a heartless fear x-ray in
The dusk at a mass of muscle-bound fossils
Swap expensive flesh for the rock and
Slow future of snapping off at the soul
There's no harm done in the fruition of minerals
And seventh grade breathing sending a serial...
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