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Around cold steal, metallic knife kisses
Calmer still than the screams of dying dogs
Flicker on, flicker off head crashes through glass
I heard the bear breathing, learing flogs What time is-time without mass
Nails half picked blue over pinkness
Empty day continues on listless

Red lips never pale
moved slowly at first then
quicker a run in my fishnets
wettened by a flash of tongue
and a moments pause
a kiss hits like a hard crack on the head