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

murder = out.
= birth blouse.
mirror = glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
= water saint.
Death decodes the howls our hands.
skull = nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
= loves fate.
death distills the 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.