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Misplaced orb squeezed between ringed fingers, a mass of palpitating flesh. I'll look like water when kicked square in the jaw, fluidity from a faucet in a burned out kitchen. Filth and grime and a mouth whose rhyming can't become anything else but a nest of mechanical insects that explode from your quivering teeth. Also the thing about abrasions is that they can be concealed behind the curtain like something from olden theaters (HIDE AND SEEK) (PREY ON THE WEAK) (SINGS FROM HIS SLEEP)
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
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Misplaced orb squeezed between ringed fingers, a mass of palpitating flesh. I'll look like water when kicked square in the jaw, fluidity from a faucet in a burned out kitchen. Filth and grime and a mouth whose rhyming can't become anything else but a nest of mechanical insects that explode from your quivering teeth. Also the thing about abrasions is that they can be concealed behind the curtain like something from olden theaters (HIDE AND SEEK) (PREY ON THE WEAK) (SINGS FROM HIS SLEEP)
teagan-devoe
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
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