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murder = out.
= birth blouse.
mirror = perfect spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = 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 inverts the red romance.
Death x-rays the of chance.
death; the anti of infants.
Like a picture hiding the digital Avalanche.
When cecilia's grave like a dirt cacoon,
she up a stool at the silhouette saloon.
The player piano crippled jigs,
black knitting victimless wigs.
When cecilia's slit like a second set of lips
she braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread,
an egg whose yoke defies child bearing hips.
Like a ghost who all of the deceased and dead.
(time eats the and spits out the shadow like a useless wishbone.)
But that locket around her neck,
whose heats a dead valentine,
you the phantom trail leads way to a muted grave.
Where is his now?
A dead tone in the flutter of wings,
Where is his blushed now,
A unraveled in shadow, veiled in blind laughter.
Where are those sex lips,
his kiss still warm on several necks.
Where is now?

= white out.
cancer = blouse.
mirror = perfect spouse.
oil = sex paint.
= water saint.
Death the howls from our hands.
skull = nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
murder = fate.
death distills the from our dance.
inverts the red from romance.
Death x-rays the of chance.
death; the mirror of infants.
Like a hiding beneath the digital Avalanche.