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deathtreatebbingbreath* .... through crooked&plasticdeathtreatebbingbreath
TEETH....
my sister shys into shadows her
pale pink lips
.... slowly breathes ....
H A L L O W E E N
H A L L O W E E N
here we are together; holding hands
our tempered juliet gloves together
with buckets glow skeletal & sweet;
asidelong glance of frightened eyes
cold @ October-hips touching warmth
{ sang doorbells!
{ sing demons!
{ oo oo, aa aa!
the incandescent red lights heave()
i mean S
C
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lksfldkfit's fairy tale ,,i knowlksfldkf
& lisp into her throat
(the long retired volant howl)


storybook remnantstight sweaters) only mystorybook remnants
sister during Christmas
(do I believe in anyone
)thought wax, slowchurn
beating--heart--beating
makebelieve a Christmas
as my mother was one of
Jehovah's fit witnesses
(wrought to believe yet
not to believe in any--
thing)one thing worth--
less than any one thing
like light or paintings
found inside these eyes
long after seeing--she'
s lisps likes a clause(
so soon; our heated sun
flares up and melts the
snow(I once believed in
--
My stars shine darkly over me
shane
--
The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
--
an antique arms and armor expert
so I says to me,
you should go in the
box with the other
glowing things: [link]
toprightcorner
--
an antique arms and armor expert
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