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M.E.E Coming


I bought flesh
to walk my sins around
and leak my treacle-cloying
hungers on a breathe that could
stain ears.
 
Within a beaker,
my philosophy smacks into
my teeth
and with a fierce guarding
lost in woman-form,
 
I wager pleasant countries,
chasing bile.
To be given to all,
just in thought,
I could,
 
                but I exist elsewhere
                and here lies the problem.

◄ Picking up a broken mirror...

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