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Corpse of a Cuckoo
Whispering in my ear lobotomy of my soul
as I pulsate the gathering of my embryos.
From a scented orgy impaled on your flesh
fingered by twilight dreams. Come to me
with verses turned yellow from bandages
at the inquest. Listening to the flies eulogize
the corpse of a cuckoo.
as I pulsate the gathering of my embryos.
From a scented orgy impaled on your flesh
fingered by twilight dreams. Come to me
with verses turned yellow from bandages
at the inquest. Listening to the flies eulogize
the corpse of a cuckoo.
Published 15th Sep 2023
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