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shooting star lobotomy
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the skin that justifies the axe
the eye that makes flesh
credible
the God that speaks
when least expected
gay virgins
that heal
the king that made it all
crystal and dust
the little details that matter
the wound that laughs like
a child
and his majesty the
scalpel
the light that whispers your
name
the paranoid morning
the sleeping pills that
keep you awake
and the loved ones
becoming
legitimate heirs of
thin air
the doctors
in black robes
that manage to heal us
beyond measure & disguise
we are the apostles of
the tideland
crooked creatures of the
night
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