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UNDER THE LOWEST FLIGHT OF STAIRS I CANT BREATHE.
YOUR DEEP IS INCISION. BARE BRUISES POUNDED.
I DIDNT WANT TO WAKE YOU. YOU BEAUTIFUL CHILD.
EVERYTHING IS OKAY. HOLD BACK THE STORM.
ITS NOT MY PLACE TO SAY. COUGH. IM SORRY FOR NOTHING.
HERE HE'S IN THE RESTAURANT WITH HIS MISTRESS.
PRETTY WHITE TEETH. FEED OFF THE VIRUS.
AH YES MY CLOTHES FIT VERY SNUG. I MEANT TO TELL YOU
THEY CAME AGAIN. THERE WAS A FIRE.
THEY CARRIED WRENCHES IN THEIR TEETH.
THEY FLESH TONED MASQUERADE AND SWALLOWED
THE POWER TOOLS. THE PRESSURE BEGINS AND PURSUES FROM INSIDE.
BACK UP OFF THE EDGE. TODAY IS OUR DAY.
THE CAVITY ROOTED TO OUR APPLIANCES.
KEEP AN EYE ON THE SKY AND AN EYE ON ME
BECAUSE THE MILITARY HAVE US MONITORED/WIRED.
NOW EVERYTHING IS A WEAPON. GET UP OFF THE CEMENT.
THEYRE CLLING YOUR NAME. I CAN HEAR THE LAUGHING.
WE BIRTHED FROM THE SAME SPINE. BUT YOUVE CHANGED.
MAYBE TOMORROW YOU WILL BE IN THE MOVIES AND
THEY WILL ALL SELL THEIR SOULS TO BE LIKE YOU.
YOU VIRGIN SUICIDE. YOU CHEST COMPRESSION.
I SAW YOU KICKING THE NEIGHBORS DOG.
TELL ME WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH THE SOULS.
THERE THEY BLEACHED POLISHED AND CORRODED.
HER LIPS CURL BACK INTO A SMILE.
IM SURE YOU FEEL BEAUTIFUL NOW.
HUG THE GROUND. I CANT SEE. ON SUNDAY MORNING
OUR HAD AN AFRAID FACE. OH NO ITS HAPPENING AGAIN.
EVERY FIBER OF YOUR FIBERS DROPPED INTO THE FIRE.
THE BIRDS HAVE BEGUN TO ATTACK.
GET OUT OF MY MOUTH. I CAN SEE YOURE LOSING WEIGHT.
YOUR SKIN FITS UNHEALTHILY UNCOMFORTABLY
BEAUTIFULLY SMUG. YES SIR HA HA ITCHY BEDDING
MILKY CHALKY BABY FLESHY COLORED BAGEL DISSOLVE
INTO BLUE. CRUNCH WHIZ BANG.
YOUR NAME IN LIGHTS. THE PEOPLE IN THEIR S.U.V'S.
THEY FEEL SAFE IN THEIR LARGE MACHINES BEHIND BLACK WINDOWS.
WHERE ARE EVERYONE GOING. WERE GOING TO THE RODEO.
JUST SOME NICE INNOCENT FUN. GET AWAY FROM ME.
DONT TOUCH ME. YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO ASK US.
ITS DONE. THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO NOW.
SO SING A HAPPY TUNE
AND CRY A DEAD-END TONE.
THE TUMORS BECOME YOU.
TOMORROW NIGHT WE WILL NOT SLEEP.
YOU WANT YOUR HANDS AROUND HIS THROUGHT.
JUST SELL YOUR SOUL AND YOU CAN BE RICH
AND FAMOUS AND BEAUTIFUL AND POWERFUL
AND UNDERNOURISHED AND BITTER AND PASTY AND DEAD INSIDE.
HOP ABOARD. WE ARE ALL HYPOCRITES.
I CANT GET THE WIRE UNDONE.
THERES SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR SMELL.
BLINK. COUGH. THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO NOW.
I LIKE POINTY THINGS. HEAR PAINT SHADOW.
TRADE SHY AWAY FROM PAIN CHEST COMPRESSION.
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE BEAUTIFUL.
I'm NOT HERE
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