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Down

Lighter's click, another has had being devoured by the tip of your toe.
You have never been used to this sort of thing and this contributes

TO the confusion of lights

Fliers drown

Down, beside you a memory sticks like a ballast.
A blast

Purpled pain, swell, swollen, open. Devour art like sadness
Swelling, sit through your eyes, texh them the crap

Down

Up

See you when lickers lick and lickkers lie and lust licks the lickers'

Death.

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