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I am in a zoo. I am a striped lagoon.

I am on display.

Little girl, why you weep? Little girl, 

Ears of spears, sharp, blood.

Ouch. The men come, to-ing and

Fro-ing. The men come in. 

Frolic, a kind of limp sick,

Aided spit, I feel it in my groins,

Famine. Oww. 

I see the worst, the world, the worst,

It sounds the same. I see the men, coming,

going, coming, leaving again, and

I am your S**t. I am waste.

It means I am nothing more.

It means I choose Amen.

The only man I choose.

The principal, the one, won, wonder.

Here, the vacuum of my heart.

Suckling torment, eek. 

The squalid ivory prince on his knees -- 

I choose it for him, 

I choose it well enough to know.

It means I choose the R-Men.

I am not Liberated. I am God.

I kick the tongue of the pterodactyl fear

From my lungs.

La tristesse ne vit pas ici.

Silver-tongue. I crave the carve of it, the 

Grave-diggers banter, a thrombosis you throw.

I see the sea. It is a childish thing, and it means

I am gone forever. It sees I am not the 

Unflocked nightingale you hoped.

It means I choose Our Men.