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Having escaped his
dank and desolate amniotic enclosure,
the devil's milk became an ebony arterial spray
dripping like warm wax down a gold-leaf candlestick.
He'll give you an inch, and take your smile...
He's a wildflower among the thorn,
with ripe lies plump for the picking,
with a heavy and pungent ripeness;
haunting, fleshy apricots with poisonous pits.
--Coolness to a burning throat,
oozing with crisp copper mockery.
He'll give you an inch, and take your smile...
Treat or Trick?
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