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The wind whispering my lovely one

Catastropys planted in

The landscape of the mission

The wind whispering



Heart grew phospherescent with illumination

Fat with a swollen



Bobbleing sensation

That suggested a swimming

Malfunction of schizms

And twinkle-dimpling screwface calculations



A certain

Spiral of webbing divorced itself from my skin



As i took in the glimmering

Glamor pink playing

A moonfire cascadeing teaming

With a pristeine



Erection of nipple defining

The drapery of silk hung on the curling wind



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Pop culture whirling puppet strings grinning

Like sugar plums plump with venom



Aching to construct a peice of puppeteering

Marrionet skulls from imageined sins



She cocked

The gage and leveled it against the backdrop



Witnessed her erosion a semi-subtle explosion

Of erotica melting



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Witnessed the vanishment madam

The chasm; the schizm



A tool for an assasin looking through prisms

The doll in a corner



Just before her

Next to an accidental whore



The way he fell on her and fell on her

The sore continues to grow larger around her



Puppets on strings hung from the banister

The hallway mirror



Touched in firelight beside the candy (striper) jar

Childhood scarrs



Wink like battilions of clowns wielding scimitars

Under blacklights near lace and velour



A carnivore from a spirit sore whispered to her

Declarations of cannibal psychic contours



Speak of what was lent to them by ancestors

Speak of what was lent to them by warriors



Sisters playing in shadow scars

Sandbox avatars



Medallions of bones and voodoo chores

The politicians bullet pours



The politicians bullet pours

Can't jack the soul from the skin



An infant through the blackness looking in

An infant through the blackness looking in



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From the crushed fingers of a missionary

Sprawl poison kisses



And jewel stapled tapestries

Levels of dark cascading



Like ghosts caught on caramel

Cotton candy tongues in the sabbatical



Playing in her hole near the steeple

Await near candles



The vandle in ruins beneath the chaple

The shadows cut by her baptismal battles



Shes off on a jaunt

To play with the shaft of the rascle



Smoke from her lips cause of the collateral

Her cravings in a cauldron of bones babble



The chatter of lust and the primal sentinal

Sit; still; quietly saturating in her substaintial



Nothing-revival... (TILL THE NEXT EPISODE)

A languid squall hot pink super balls and a quier

Battering through a labyrinth of ghouls and liers



Grooves lay into her from a psychic scar

Chains of gold glinting pewter; a simitar



Balloning atop the altar

The chaple wire starving for another score



Old mounds and coconut hooves devour



Club there way through the slaughter

A daughter in a basket awaiting the needle war



Sisscor fights in caskets suck outward scars Just to feel the infant quiver; a satire; a star



The chamber was designated for her killing jar

The chamber was designated for her killing jar



Misinterpret the implication

To hear the question again



The magick has ended

A truth to be bent my friend



Silver slivers of killings disengage from my skin

A masquarde of carnivals droping joker cards in



I felt decay open wide like a flower blooming

The cotton candy was spinning



Eyes deep and wide with giddy madness again

How are you my lovley one



Go on my backwards son have a touch of fun

Pull the blade from the pumping



And join in the bathing my darling

Zeros inside of zeros won't ever stop calling

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Terror dawns

A vigil is set upon alters near candles



Beside a pedistal of pawns and vandles

Where the puppets play with handles



Dark magic wands; cables

Clamped...



With barbs and hooks deep into the genitals

The godess pulled through cream naked; primal



And the princess screamed it seemed...

From her mouth fell diamonds gleaming



Across my cradle death opening

Feathers and premonitions animations



Of sex magic's cascading



Stuck my head in the guillotein visions

Melded flesh in molten pools of silver beads kin



Looking...



Saw threads dividing, the kill ballooning

And...



Then...

Marveled...



At the refracting subtle shades of crimson



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Asleep! On liquid satin...

Caramell molten traps and dials melding



Velvet pelts parading in clown souls and carnival

Molds, trivial codes lifted up to the sister



Tin fingers-n-stiletto hips spilling sugar and bitter



I left the memory

In triangles across her psyche

Spinsters open the monkeys 3rd eye to see



The weapon to the avatar

Leveled against a scar



In circles from fingertips spilling water

She chased zeros; chained to miricals



Bathing in the sabatical, a cudical

In a hole, playing deep below her naval



Lollipop wounds rebounding still

Pinwheeling untill the blister peals a certain shrill



Eccho across the wishing well:

Quiet... Mirrors swell an incandecsent spell from a childhood Magicians war of bells... Awake: the taste of blood dripping to her Tongue from a barbell. Home through a veil, clamped in a cell...



Stuck on a barb to tell

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