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Listening To The Coal Eater
It was only a masturbation song. When the shoe drops...one drop. Give me a smile from your sleeping eyes, gone to pale as the shoe drops get louder, listening to the coal eater. Stoking the shoe of leather, lathering the waxing moon. Turning The Garden of Eden into manure. As the raven in the moor leaves spoors at my door. When the shoe drops...one drop. Losing my vanity in a box of mahogany. Hearing the nails drop a clausphopic nocturne. Those were the days before my lobotomy when mom homeschooled me and papa was a mannequin with the devil in his eyes.
Published 31st Jan 2023
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