| You will find me crushed beneath the black shadow of fading breath
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| Face down in the dirt
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| Gravel lips and shredded tongue tasting motor oil and truncheon
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| On Jesus' star anus unfolding into torn galaxies
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| Claw hammer, primrose, ermine, and sepulcher
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| Collapsing the small rubber wheel
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| reveal
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| Penis or stylus grown in agar agar
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| The delicate peacock tongues of angel hair
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| Draped beneath the Kathy Kirby ensemble of the tremendously offended committee
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| Of the shrew pastry McPhee and fobble wheelchair
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| A laboratory of espionage, and a map of his body
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| The clang escalator, brushed and shiny
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| The trail left by ducks into the abyss
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| Alabaster
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| Alabaster
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| All fluted edges and pinking shears
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| Fortune cream all over my legs
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| And a amount of dandruff
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| All chairs are off with the Highland Park Rape Association
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| Ping, chugga-chugga, and root beer
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| Black cat strap-on bingo with the hazmat Bible clamping team
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| Feather lettuce soothing car-crash abrasion
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| Drive-thru movie theatre is suddenly lump wheast
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| First chartered and probed for all the lake divers
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| Assorted in the summer house for the love of cheese
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| The caustic wave of secondhand opinion
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| Breaks at my feet with a refreshing breeze
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| The best virgin of the imagination
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| You suck! |
| You suck!
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| Get it to your knees |