norml
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Thu Mar-03-05 11:59 PM
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15. Your words are empty hollow bleatings Of a mental crutch |
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"Your words are empty hollow bleatings Of a mental crutch They're open-festered indigestion With a velvet touch An ether-eating Eskimo Would gag upon your sight Convulsed into oblivion >From laughter or from fright A coma with a sweet aroma Is your only dream Malignant with the misconception That a grunt can gleam Your lichen-covered corpuscles Are filthy to my fist Infection is your finest flower Mildewed in the mist."
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