smear my eyes with oil then waft
lid up down crack cover my
face it matters
flea-head there's nothing she likes more than not than a
rent my throat out
side there's gnat fission to other people teeth waft
up down rot out that is
her favourite nothing more people you
say yes other
lip snaps up is glossed it matters, too little
to lay about better
moving nothing better she is my favourite
lease my tongue she
is really my pill divides up they are
all starving it's
raining out it what it other you say yes your
right in display, sunk
other flea-head
several scraps of drift-food
head for rent she
has a favourite, I shall waft
it matters my lid up
down it's me
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