I broke the nose of my stopwatch
I take my meals cold with hemlock
Dwell over me and wrinkle your nose
Hate is fun and sometimes Marxist
Glass is the Double-Mint of doomsday
Gulp the fire
Slumming in vineyards
I love thee at funerals
near dusk
Chewing flowers in angry sun
Burping homeless coins
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