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Bill Baird's tiny sounds, almost perfect
"Goodbye, my love." relaxed car chair.
( goodbye vibrations, the album earth into aether)
my eyeballs flutter like dead butterflies
and bundles of papery moths wrapped around night lights inside and out.
Chafing blood
Creamy white ointment rubbed all over
And inside
Everything is pink creamy ointment blood
Our teeth are drowning
Our teeth are being pulled
Up from the bottom of everything.
We sank them in so deep,
We were lost Forever.
Now here we are again.
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