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| Blood streams through empty sockets Where eyes used to be On holiday now Scent of burning hair Disease so fair Trauma in that vacant stare Where are my amputated wings Out grown no longer familiar Used to catch the city lights Use these mirrors to appear just right Or maybe just out of sight Trembling dead summoning serenades Middle class serpentine prom queen escapades Epileptic wormhole design Seminal chemical day and night A mixture of elemental light Sexless vulgar loss of sight Diluting visitation rights Violent reprisal reaction retry Slowly metaphoric egg shells Cling sun stains of the mind Monotone illuminati You bled from the brain she said The whole time |