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Two grey twinsStand shin to chinTheir hearts bound by twig and grimeA nest for words a bowl cut fairWith mouths so pure and eyes of leadAs poppy flowe..
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Silk hats and garlands,silver cigarette holders and brocade pipes,Lifeless swans that strangle the past away,Albino deers and copper stags,caught not ..
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She keeps her secret hidden in plain sight,As her lashes curl deeper with every lie spat,Coiling inward so deep, the pupil completely obscene,Black wa..
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The streams that underline and lacethe crevices of this mortal case,Curve gently within its soft decay,Illustrating the face we claim,As fleshy casket..
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