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Guillotine
I lay under the guillotine
face up,
seeing the Gillette
razor twinkling
in the light
of the full
moon;
ready to taste,
taste
the curdled milk
of my existence .
Cracked leather straps
of licorice candy
holding me down smell
so sweet
so intoxicating causing me
sojourn among a
plethora o' praises
of all of the Black Jack
Kehoughs, Kirwins, and Quinns.
But who am I?
A dried up leaf
clinging to the branch?
The last leaf
to fall before
Jack Frost lets the
blade maul.
face up,
seeing the Gillette
razor twinkling
in the light
of the full
moon;
ready to taste,
taste
the curdled milk
of my existence .
Cracked leather straps
of licorice candy
holding me down smell
so sweet
so intoxicating causing me
sojourn among a
plethora o' praises
of all of the Black Jack
Kehoughs, Kirwins, and Quinns.
But who am I?
A dried up leaf
clinging to the branch?
The last leaf
to fall before
Jack Frost lets the
blade maul.
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