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murder = out.
= birth blouse.
mirror = glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death decodes the howls our hands.
= noise nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
= loves fate.
death distills the camouflage our dance.
death the red from romance.
Death the angels of chance.
death; the anti of infants.
Like a picture beneath the digital Avalanche.
When cecilia's cracked like a dirt cacoon,
she up a stool at the silhouette saloon.
The player piano crippled jigs,
widows knitting victimless wigs.
When cecilia's slit like a second set of lips
she drooled braille onto the brothel bed spread,
like an egg whose defies child bearing hips.
Like a ghost who all of the deceased and dead.
(time eats the flesh and spits out the shadow like a wishbone.)
But that locket spinning her neck,
whose hearth heats a valentine,
you know the phantom leads way to a muted grave.
Where is his voice
A tone in the flutter of drunken wings,
is his blushed cheek now,
A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in laughter.
are those sex ripened lips,
his kiss still warm on several necks.
is love now?

murder = out.
= birth blouse.
mirror = perfect spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death the howls from our hands.
= noise nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
murder = fate.
death distills the camouflage our dance.
death inverts the red romance.
Death x-rays the of chance.
death; the anti of infants.
Like a hiding beneath the digital Avalanche.