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Anatonomie

Anatomyantinomy


In front of the whole world

I will eat

An uncooked child.

After:

They will transect me

With bullets by a wall

To the sound of rackfiends and their

Screams

As bulletsuetude is

The projection of the body

Rather than its prohibition.

Freedom is explosion

And my guts

Scattered across the infinite

That smothers in red a dead debate.

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