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a man

wearing nothing but a cape

dances

upon a moon beam

shit oozes from his mouth

as he tries to scream

and reality gazes at him in wonder

like a lost child

watching his parents drown

-

there will be no tomorrow like today

-

aurora borealis

never smelled like this

burning hair and cellophane

in a world without words

it all means something

and it all means nothing

because

in the end

everyone's arsehole

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