White Dog Mambo

I wear an ankle bracelet to suggest my damage. You might
want to check your mouth for moths. Does it make sense
for your tongue to be where it is? Mile after mile, hour
after hour, I could hardly make any headway. Death is a
white dog mambo in very good, pre-owned condition.

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I’m a personal set back moving forward. An androgynous
figure with a cunt sewn into my coat. You’ve fucked me
before under varied guises. I exist under bridges where
camels lay eggs. I’m a skeleton laid on a bed with a few
bones missing. I’ve stared my digestion into existence.

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If you lose interest here’s a waterfall with 19 varieties of
song. You can pass through the gate with 1 Masonic penny.
Drop it in the shaved slot. Free to upload & share the
industrial machinery. All crows plagiarized. I’m 4 of
everything & expel your daughters by reverse osmosis.