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Ceci n'est pas un poeme.Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of green as a healing bruise upon an injured forelimb. Your sweet voice is like the snap of a bra strap upon a sunburnt back. Teacups smash, flounders ignite spontaneously in your presence. Oh, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation?Ceci n'est pas un poeme.
The Bogeyman
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