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first cannibal after november blind to not be numb dream (four times) forgetfulness angel first morning laconic drown deep maidenhead milk this wake dark blue rotten scorpio little v. flea from me to you exit dry the lines left behind guilty sever desire falling slowly esperando dark spiral sparkle confetti bodies pound beats	rotten scorpio you're a sickly lizard your poison thorn inscribes a circle Surrounding you & yours; a circle of dead grass, a circle of bile and speaking of which I've vomited your vile elixir into the proper receptacle by now So, I won't be dying from your sting thank you very much You, on the other hand, have already withered to rotten yellow dust gone gone gone. 12/94	next >