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Eyes
01:42
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I am a hipbone wound
In which I curl and clutch
myself the thread, the dirty thread
sometimes the thin glacier quick from ever-flicking eyes
like peacock feathers
sometimes like the unthinkable circle of light
winced from the bottom of a well
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Paul (w/ Dilly)
01:19
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Sundrowned Paul,
What terror choked you?
Thousand miles
Howling voidnoise
And it gets so hot -
Would that I could sweat for you
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Hypotrochoid
03:18
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Boiling milkskin and powdered sex fiction
Is the same as storms on an obsidian tower
(I say it's a meniscus shaped day)
Push my knees together very tightly try to think of wet grass
Squeeze tears from the sniff of water rats outside the sun
It’s a concept I’m very sure will become cliche
A flower shaped orbit - a meniscus shaped day
I am so scared
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