surl

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 i! am a thief, rabbit, a cul-prit with intent to steal in secret, when you're sleeping, when there is no protection you could possibly summon because,
sweets, you simply will not know the nature of my evil deeds.
a mean custom of the corrupted watchmen in the dead and dying hours of burlesque. 
i do not know, my grotesque little heart, where is my inexhaustible love,
nor when or why it fell to the company of tawdry pickpocketing toothless thoughts.  when was sublime? what follows exquisite?
my toenails are painted in my shoes, & other things that i alone know- alone,
i know. Remarkable having taken leave, still i cannot be persuaded to be bereaved (i know! alone!). 
my hands draw diagrams to diagnose my distracted mindfuls, be mindful, be mindfull, how divine to be spineless, my my my.

not even listening. my teeth are glistening. i painted my nails with kill,
ten in my stockings and ten clawing at the stringy innards of my pockets.
today i'm waiting for night, to sprout a spine for my skull, to freeze down to the moan, 

down-down. 

i thought i couldn't find the mind, to be a ghost without grace

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