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the fourth gate is a drop held in a spoon
practically floored, one of the many zeros kicked off bored (dawns without a rainbow take a ride closer to the emperor’s statue) with every little girl pinching the soft bridge of her nose the yellow crust on her knee extends up to a larvae dance in the rotula but there's no way out there's a way out there comes the bronze vow of the blood that my smooth throat knew very little of (poor estimation of my tongue's infection glued carefully on the back of a shiny bullet) Be silent, you fool, the shape of this knot is nothing else than your belly's future sniffed in snatches at each family breakfast the fifth gate is an elephant's nostril where I sit for a while to make peace with my plastic eye-casket unfortunately, they have it on amazon for freakin' $120 which is CRAZY! they need to release more for $19.99 with every worm hiccuping of admiration under the bathtub I'm reading Werther born on the edge of an adjective he doesn't know I'm crunching a biscuit &Zsa has found his bugs dead, right mate?
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