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[because as lives are aching I am lucky: a poisonal cup]

because lives are aching I am lucky: a poisonal cup
I ingest pill after mastodon pill.    after I have abdominal pains
headaches, skin aches, skin aches, the drowse and nausea

no matter pill or bitter pill.       but no milk rare and no meat fat
nor oysters: doctor's orders.    my mouth going blind over and over
nothing spicy or sharp.    forgetting I eat my hair.    I say our dear lord:

losing myself in public.    seems sunday loves my mouth and music
we supper [me and posion].   together we bath [poison and me].
we live together dificultly.      and fairly normal: doing all the poisoning myself

myself.    need no wine to sanctify.    as of the right now I am lucky:
need no litter bearer.    children undigested I am able to throw back up

 



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