.That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles, Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic, Echoing in hollow fruit are orders sent with love to you.To serve a will more shollow still than paramecium.
I'll bet Your hands are beautiful, I'm sure Your head is beautiful, B.
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