I have always wanted to murder you irredeemably with
velvet poisonous plums and some
ash on the tip of a spoon to
nourish your peeing hole
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no need, you told me, to
attack a short piece of meat
vomiting dead yellow matter on
Intoxicated radishes before the rainfalls of late October
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