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I stared into the mirror today. I saw you - a needled zealot hovering around my left shoulder; Adolph Hitler dressed in opium-perfumed swatches. You smelled like her. You acted like him. You looked like me. Swastika tall and evenly abhorrent. Syringe-insured yet, never sharp enough to successfully stab outside the 50-point cork. You slithered like a quadroplegic, into my stratum. Pointing and probing a crooked finger - never healing the martyr's wound. A broken grimace leaves me ugly flesh to ponder. Your tentacles: toothless cleavers eclipse black-dilated pupils, servicing our boomeranged arms with dingoed malice - peppermint leaves and peroxide boil as the living corpse cackles. Mussolini removed thirteen quieted quills from his heart shortly before the noose was tied. Into square knots. Into napkin pleats. Into a poet's silence - where our self-induced stupor was dragged upon spiked cobblestones - and for that, my dear Stalin beauty; I sew my spit into vile words - dribbling purposely upon this diseased cotton-swabbed canvas for you and I to clean.
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