.Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless people
A dark blue line of licking nipples
Hard to get .
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