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Big blue breasts breaking
the sky-blue and rainbow pattern
of heaven's hues,
keeps him from soaring high,
while the heat has him hopping
on toes of tawdry, tacky lace-laden
emerald eyes.
He looks up the bitch's bosom,
blown bleeding red
from the torso-grinding mannequin man
who swallowed whole,
the dull, dark December sky,
as the young child in him lies
brooding...
How his green garden glows gray
under the paper lantern's rays,
the Geisha girl gouging out his eyes
as his testicles watch on.
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