I think I've become like one of the others I think I've become like one of the others I think I've become like one of the others There was a frail syrup dripping off His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemmoraged By combing her torso to a pile Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels Bring me to my knees Read the sharpened lines All my arms, bled me blind Faucet leaks in shadows Spilling from morgue lancet Caressed your fontanelle
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