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

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