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Fireflies and cream
A land where mysticity and beer flow in unison
A dress drooping down a left breast doesn't get enough teeth
Glances pour through the psyche like a firefly tail
And legs, their edges can puncture the liver with psychotic patience.
Once upon a time, a Sudanese toddler crawled through sands,
rolling down a vulture's motionless eyeballs
the remnant of the story dismembered itself before completion...
Leaving behind Empty bottles, insanity pleas and a bass guitar.
So here I am, lying on my bed,
with a strain in my kidneys and a slither down my abdomen
Imagining the barren soils my feet will kiss.
Soon after, an asp began to excite Cleopatra's creamless summits
A herd of red phalluses watched a goddess wither away
A paint-brush found color in centuries of gravel
And this mind uncovered a place to crash...in twenty-nine degrees of baby Berlin.
A dress drooping down a left breast doesn't get enough teeth
Glances pour through the psyche like a firefly tail
And legs, their edges can puncture the liver with psychotic patience.
Once upon a time, a Sudanese toddler crawled through sands,
rolling down a vulture's motionless eyeballs
the remnant of the story dismembered itself before completion...
Leaving behind Empty bottles, insanity pleas and a bass guitar.
So here I am, lying on my bed,
with a strain in my kidneys and a slither down my abdomen
Imagining the barren soils my feet will kiss.
Soon after, an asp began to excite Cleopatra's creamless summits
A herd of red phalluses watched a goddess wither away
A paint-brush found color in centuries of gravel
And this mind uncovered a place to crash...in twenty-nine degrees of baby Berlin.
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