by Tomorrow's Man
I'm a man who can stare your face right off.
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I'm watching bugs and bunnies scuttle down the rabbit hole while pythons of fire chase hungry; all this and my teeth flee with curses as embryos boil on my tongue.
Inside me, something else dies.
I don't like my dreams anymore, and it's no consolation that they started it.
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