
I woke up beautiful.
Said a little prayer thanking the bats were gone. To the demi-God. To the dummy God.
You are a paper onion. I crumble you and I cry.
Wait. I have a phone call.
Nuisance. You are my birthday dragging me closer to obituary.
You are stale breath. Suffocate my guy.
Left wing. Right wing. Broken wing. Castrated devil. Shattered Satan.
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O draconian devil, O evil saint?
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