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I entered his fist with a bottle of twist and his face exploded IN MY EYE I circumsized my grape I shook his handshake and then returned to the pie I brought flowers and roses and copied a picture by Moses eating his own version of flies My mouth sank to the wooden floor I was warm to the core but I'd still rather not die This thought was brewing next to the things that were stewing and fiddling with my demise I hadn't had a bite to eat only time to speak whilst dangling in terror to the shy |
