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Pregnant ChickensI sipped upon your creative juices, / and drowned, another finger, / into that gory darkness

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VinegarIt stuck to her lips- ethanol; / Seeping through those crevices- / wax-painted , yet supple, soft;

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EosMy love; / Do I dare drop another shrouded truth upon your eardrum...? / I left another footprint today, you know

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