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

murder = out.
= birth blouse.
mirror = glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death decodes the from our hands.
skull = nest.
TV = test.
mirror = gun kiss.
= birth bait.
murder = fate.
death distills the from our dance.
death the red from romance.
x-rays the angels of chance.
death; the anti of infants.
Like a picture hiding beneath the Avalanche.