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murder = out.
= birth blouse.
mirror = perfect spouse.
oil = sex paint.
= water 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.
the anti mirror of infants.
Like a picture hiding beneath the Avalanche.
When cecilia's grave cracked a dirt cacoon,
she up a stool at the silhouette saloon.
The player mumbling crippled jigs,
widows knitting victimless wigs.
When cecilia's throat slit a second set of lips
she braille bibles 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 and spits out the shadow like a useless wishbone.)
But locket spinning around her neck,
whose hearth heats a valentine,
you the phantom trail leads way to a muted grave.
is his voice now?
A tone in the flutter of drunken wings,
is his blushed cheek now,
A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in laughter.
Where are sex ripened lips,
his kiss still warm on several necks.
Where is now?

= white out.
cancer = blouse.
= perfect glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death the howls from our hands.
skull = nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
murder = fate.
death the camouflage from our dance.
inverts the red from romance.
Death the angels of chance.
the anti mirror of infants.
Like a picture beneath the digital Avalanche.