and burst like a squirrel skull pinched under a tire,
stupid little will-o-wisp fluttering by the fire
with teeth that grind like asphalt, earnest new desire.
Crack me off some honeycomb, i'm deeper into this
break my back and subdue me suck out my last rattle/hiss
cotton explodes from ripped seem, i'm taking back the universe
dry napkins flutter around in perfect symphony as I lie through my eyelids
Your breaking off huge chunks of me and i'm plying you with bread and oil
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