don't stop. It's too easy to razor.
My mouth machinates, is making
machine parts and made of. Your ruminations
linger in the place I last parked my car
and suffocate all the crickets attempting
to enter apartments. You can't fumigate
or change. You can't forge a fist or forget.
Go gorge them.
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