The head turning isn’t enough.
I feel it in my nervous palms, my
Noisy heady cancer
My
My colloquial death paradigm
I am!
I am shut lidless youth burns
How raped are you?
What a life we live!
How noisy do you die?
How loud do your wings beat
Before they are swatted, no name?
Callous neck cracks licking a
Young cheek moist
Decrepit
Noise
Shallow cunt frivolous hard-on gaped
I pulsate
Gestate
I am a fucking tarantula of bulging…
Thoughts
The brain is not to be trusted
I am
Smile
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