Confrontation via retreat. Rain ghosts along the graveled ribs. our flesh hung like crushed velvet off a battered starlet’s shoulders. the mocking cackles were as rich and right as an insubordinate’s tased nape. Grease paint leprosy impregnates the bubbled horizon, elongating the lip that will kill me. Cornered mid-vertigo by your disapearers, fingerprints desecrating their vernacular. I can’t deny the vacancy, only camouflage the epilepsy generation organs instigate.

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