Sale On Human Body Parts
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Y Marks the sky.
A cloud quill writes the lines:
Sale on human body parts.
It's a blowout on all our hearts.
Buy the mouths of poison.
Buy the money shine.
Spinning through the twine.
We should never have to fear.
Played by the hands.
Of use for work and telling time.
Roll down a big hill.
A sweet pill on the mind.
They say the sun hurts the eyes.
come inside.
And the moon leaves you cold and lone.
Illusions of feel are not more than real.
Towards the light.
Ascending prisms up the spider-stairs.
Focused flares.
I'm sorry about the sun.
It's been good to me.










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