corrugated pores
ethereal glimpse
snug as a bug in new york
writhing stethoscopes
coiled razor
nailed to a cross made of wood
damning filaments
straying siren
tethered it spins round a spear
weathering agents
glaring defiance
stacked in odds soaked in sulfur
prickling sensations
boisterous charmer
ironed in arid upheaval
desolate faces
softening blow
help me to feel something more
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