shiny balls
slaved my fork before the
soon it was a sooner
than the liver tined
against your mouth em
burnished sherds of
mirror and buttons I could
EAT MY SPOON spread
the bolus on your face
what's seen was nees
saw ecaf SQUIRMED BE
FORE THE LUNCH
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