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We'll tell you
Hush, hush. Out the window
We have been crammed full
One of us said
Woe betide us
The surface world too bright now
We can't bear.
I felt a funeral, we whisper.
Though our sticks are split
Fold yourself over.
We're ever so tired of sleeping.
At the crude nest of the mouth
You already knew we were thieves.
Or robbers, if you insist.
We can recall in great detail
Supine, we roll our eyes back
We have a response
We used to do it, too.
Fine. Another trance upon us, then.
Or lullaby and goodnight.
We are as ineffective now as we were in life.
Or else, we are right behind you.
Our maggots more charming
We are never alone.
Don't ask us what it's like
Where do you keep your trick
Then, we lay back on limestone
Trouble
Who didn't we love?
Radishes sprout through the walls
In front of the lake house
Who would we be with our teeth
It's happy death day.
If you're looking for something pretty
We are going
Hush, now.
We came this way. We carved it thus.
Where's our deady daddy?
Spider-legged leader
Time runs short
We're so glum.
Let us be clear
We haven't made any progress.
Whatever will you do
Positioned neatly
One of us has a fright wig.
We're weary
We aren't much uglier
Fuck your circadian rhythm, then.
Do not pretend
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