How dull
my screaming skull
all dripping with honey money
stuck to the bones
stomach torn
metals growing off the chest
deranged-shroud
walked around
the streets picking
off the weak,
sea reopens
doityourself
in moldy chains,
as you welcome
the cranes.
all alone
no nonsense in the ground
this guys a bees nest
had to lift these off my breast
I'm surrounded with wigs.
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