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Grotesque Alibi

Scavengers of my soul in the dark, rip-snorting my
analysis as hell's concubines tingle the shingles of
my mind's grotesque alibi. As if narcissistic monsters
speaking in the tongue of twilight's proxy beyond the
crypt, disemboweling the cadence of my peeling
flesh screaming from the esophagus and silencing
the prodigies of the ridiculous and deities beyond
still waters, aphrodisiac. Lusting, for my seductive
quill's seductive maniac, before the fife creeps by my
window snickering. Before the rising tides of the fog
rupture becoming my anomaly. Festering a decadent
corpuscle. � � �

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