what can it come to mean?
who is not really it and the face is lost
it can't be true if when he was who he was,
then was not who he was, was who she did so not see,
and she so did not, and she said it and insisted so, on and on,
look away and she did it again, said it to a stranger
why must they be right -when due- looked best?
arrivaled, luggaged, smile on time
the rhyming sweating metal text
it hurts my teeth
fungal tell, body language lying cream enbombed
all fastenered, buckles, wrinkle leather straps and visa
I waited for my dream
in line with others
in order
prick pointy kissing
it's on baby
fish smellish green and muscle chemicals togethered
not fuck
and then a drop of blood
welcome a doily wrapped in soiled piss
or welcome
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