as soul squeezes out like paint from tube like mannequin recites your lines reversible jacket enthusiasm a porch light overhead, floats like smoke on water reality as a peanut shell stomped upon
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it’s all in my foam home under hair billowing in thunderstorm track down distant subterranean revelations enter the outer vortex cerebellum in symphonic boomerang cocoons inside out as if camera lens had a daydream broken direct line of conceptual dichotomy
