.Merry, you may be.
For I am the flesh in your tounge.
Create to yourself, images of these
Glass-eyed figures,
And expose to me, your skin -
Whorish as ever.
They speak to me, your pores, your veins,
In a rush of melancholy.
In a stream of misantrophy.
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