It 's a country that is allowed to die
lame on the run from vampires
Regardless of diagnosis prognosis therapy
Oozing a year ago
This pain insinuating invasive
lips lipstick dripping
Rings Lord no more crazy
Nebulae Orbits atropine
a skirt whirling vertigo
The navel of the world flat stomach
With its small neo
That body so loved, adored
Last
Rest serene splendor.
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