Cunt lickin' good. Where the fuck to dump witness? Woods
Lung-twisted soot. Does one know where the sun isn't put?
It hung. Dripping. Look. The beauty in death.
You know how they build up the movie. In steps.
The rise. Her eye's grow a fungus tree
Slow & comforting. The glow of a summer breeze
Rummaging clones of under streets; add a dose of coloring
Just another soul for smothering..
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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