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If you would like a with my in in my eyes,
mark me down -say it- this institution these words.
Knife worth.
We said, "Your vitality is a throat and in this cold it stains,
survives a haste. In the taste sun in your mouth."
Burn burn the callow of will.
Herd this pen the escape of, the escape of what you infer to be true,
won't you open your wrists and crawl through your veins?
You forever what you are.
You put on wigs with a million locks.
You can wear these high stilts of socks.
But you remain what you are.
or drown in these blades of canvas, perceive a fluid of manipulating skin,
the skin turned from flesh, turned its face the sun, revenge of a knife.
Knife worth.
When you you heard the sun it was the fire in my eyes
and when you you heard the dove it was my whistle in disguise.
And when you let it go with might,
you found that here there is no day or night.
The wisest man make you feel like you are a man among mankind.
The has died.
And you been born.
your worth.