haze of birth and flame words scramble eggsboil and blood un-sunnyside shell in throat stuck eternal like photographed piercing a lie things move holes grow bigger and over like eggs day plays outside unaccountable and dye face grows yellow in mirror with rainbows and cold icicles and rainbows bad weather and rainbows broken window cracked refracting and nourishing like eggs night unfinished just ended reach behind torn shoulder at roaches caress them crease them stop and flail head hands on table eyes fork impaled see beautiful pale running still blood body expanding morning swallows me like eggs.Birth sign: Leo
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