will shadow the slow speed,
when you're sitting on a straw chair
turning yourself in bundle
and burning
watch you, while with poison
willow
comb your hair with rain.
Hang your beauty to the wall as a wrinkle
of life will join the front of your vagina.
Whatever you've been, whore or nun
'll never be a widow.
Buckle feet in Your last mortal
orgasm and your body will pale into the timber
anorexic
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