hordes
of flayed oxen
glowing in broken sensory flows
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streams of beheaded redheads
pouring in the gray sluice of my torn skull
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six hundred cold knives standing up in lunatic sheaves through the fiery dawn
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flood of tender thighs
milky blindness around morning light
…
and my brains
unctuous atrocious brains
licking the blade of tenderness
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