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supine and out-of-love

wall surfing

stiff willed and

and turbulent

chopped down

by infinite fidel,

curled up fetally

puling like a baby

my brain gushes

hot buttered soul
supplanting the gorge while

spitting exorcised truth

gunk-ing the system,

wadding the nasal fossa
killing the flow and

everything in it's path

unpleasantly adapting

to my inner eyelids,

forcing my veins up and out,

pushing it's way through the murk

the moisture massaging

my tympanic membrane

passes thick through with

light white sputtering steam.