praise praise machine
The body is a scam.
I don’t know what heaven becomes when everyone has died.
Some wild
last
dog
with a numb
mouth…
Some human
tongue
mistaken for a bar
of soap
or unbathed
fish…
Unlove me, I write.
Then say.
The body is a scam.
I don’t know what heaven becomes when everyone has died.
Some wild
last
dog
with a numb
mouth…
Some human
tongue
mistaken for a bar
of soap
or unbathed
fish…
Unlove me, I write.
Then say.

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