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murder = out.
cancer = blouse.
= perfect glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death the howls from our hands.
skull = nest.
TV = test.
mirror = gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
= loves fate.
death distills the from our dance.
death the red from romance.
Death x-rays the of chance.
death; the mirror of infants.
Like a picture hiding beneath the Avalanche.
cecilia's grave cracked like a dirt cacoon,
she pulled up a at the silhouette saloon.
The piano mumbling crippled jigs,
black knitting victimless 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 bearing hips.
Like a who fears all of the deceased and dead.
(time eats the and spits out the shadow like a useless wishbone.)
But locket spinning around her neck,
hearth heats a dead valentine,
you know the phantom trail way to a muted grave.
is his voice now?
A dead in the flutter of drunken wings,
Where is his blushed now,
A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in laughter.
are those sex ripened lips,
his kiss print warm on several necks.
Where is now?

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