genitalia,
genitalia 5
In this grunting spectacle
of machines
that go
nowhere
I cannot
put my mouth
on the animal that’s having my memories
Later,
God with death’s
perfect baby
genitalia 5
In this grunting spectacle
of machines
that go
nowhere
I cannot
put my mouth
on the animal that’s having my memories
Later,
God with death’s
perfect baby

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