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• (You suck the marrow out of me........
                                                        ...Peculating me from the inside...)
  Pull me from my outer shell, force me in a box.
                                                           Now she talks slowly, lips moving like a ballerina...
  

  
  Folded swan, rich cemetery lawns...The six legs pulling off the torso.
  Feeding the wild hawks withered dust.
  
  "I saw through a lens, underneath my pillow...."
  
  

  I don't think so........You don't have to explain no more......her hearts a putrid honeycomb.
  
  

  The same name becoming sentences.
  Cursed with chalky breath.
  Pinkish death coal.
  Printed
  .ON.
  
  
  ....STONE....