Numb You
convince my jellied spacial chasms
to defibrillate your dried out
turkey bones, to sand them down
and to carve useful trinkets from
them which can be sold at a craft
stand at the state fair for two
dollars and sixty-five cents, or
for the cactus virginity of
your mind, whichever is worth more.
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