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As faces crept in from the room next door to my eyes |
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I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body towards the clays of hell |
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Blink to separate desecration from pain |
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Toward the clays of hell the acrid tears and razors race |
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The faces become more defined as the scent of my sweat and vomit draws them nearer |
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Blink to separate desecration from pain |
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Blink to separate the face from the name |
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Another flash |
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Another face |
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Blink once for the pills |
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Blink twice for the shame |
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In the eyes of the canary these faces (remain) |
