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The gates to your insipid Eden
The gates to your insipid Eden rusted at my command but did not break.
The blank dice of the universe clank unheeded SOS signals to my uterus,
Sending infected gems clattering through my consciousness.
You can smother me in this skin-encrusted vessel,
But I can still punish my angels with cigarettes.
you tell nothing but the
you tell nothing but the truth.