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Thomas born from a hay roll in the dusty winds coming north, blew soil of frown
he cant see everything ... i do, father may i come into this world of narcotics to numb my pleasure ... havent seen color in the faces of clouds but know they stare at me when i crawl by ... he talks to himself in shrieks silent moss climbing walls of his tongue

Ivy could reach any height ... tie her to the tree that he escapes to fill her mouth with balls of no bounce ... caterpillar dance as she squirms to loosen her lips, wrapped like a gift in cocaine black strips

Tape~

he comes to her with lines ... following them as if he was marching in single file, cant bear to flinch now .... to miss her is to live, Thomasays he lives to feel death

clinging like saran suffocation, pinching over skin he forgot to wear ...over bones breaking

Mother, i forgot your face when you gave me your cunt to spread and rip my face through

bring me more ... more of what i rape to achieve, never would i give myself to you
never could you take more from me

I am left with nothing~More then what I keep for myself ... Thomasays

dreams are like passes of ants
and my breath is like your liver failing

morbid to some
as a gift to another

give to my throat your grip, biting everything that falls against your ears... Ivy will hear no more

No more lies of morality sakes, as a gift to another
I give it all back to you ... Thomasays

like she to me to he lets be ... could we ... blind ourselves to what we wish to see

you make me grow like virus~ polluting the bark that keeps you here
we are meant to be left~
alone
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