face   

Twines like a pink snake through milky mist
tomato juice piss
as eyes do intensity
shitty
hardly deals
freak
freak
banish rash uneducated reasons
sitting for seasons
on the lip of a muscadet bingefest with Jacob and Irene
as if that didn't make any sense at the moment...
ice is forming along the trail where my tears once walked
obsidian
in black blast treachery ripping zero
I'm clear oh
understood all is
call this
hand
sex or nothing
nothing

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