.I've been swallowed by the plaything
Born through my brainful ashtray,
It stinks, pure on this laughable side.
The will to skin,
This gaping flourish encumbers.
Last, poor unforeseeable shape.
Now it's hard to end this incoherent, twisted dialogue.
A conspirator.
.
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