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The Stink Of Your Teeth

Thread my lycra veins
into this sinister shuttle
siphon bankrupt blood
forge a glory
from gory
geometric weaves
I'll die by the beat of your feet

Channel me
every fraying flannel
anulled string
tapestries of arteries
fresh fittings
in this tidy friday tablecloth

A spread of flesh on which to eat
Written by AtoMikbomb
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