I woke up wanton, a wretch
spewing up bits of my soul into a porcelain bowl...

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i moved back to the south...

Behind gaping mouths await secrets,
Embedded in molars: untold gestures...

I feel a faint ticking in my chest
before another shiver grasps my spine...

Most truthful creatures known to man
Actively living love, not raising one hand...

[EDITED] With great help from
*DarkSpirit. Thank you...

He opens his eyes
Without optical counterpart...

The air was flawed with soul-dirtied junction
Unfamiliar trees whose branches malfunction...

The world swallows its short-term memory,
holding a breath in its weary chest...

Light yawns in the womb of dawn,
spritzing the earth's skin with sticky citrus...

,
long sanded arms ignited by pale light...

They are slanted.
Enchanted...