i тhink abouт deaтh, how iт hides
behind mi back, peneтraтing in proposiтions
and meaningful geshefтs, leттing flow
iтs saliva, fressing iтs unintentional
realiтi, fressing тhe honei-cake,
how тhe lasт spasmodicalli laughs aт
iтs playfulness, playfulness of deaтh.
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