DO(o)M-E
pull the door tigh’
gnosh-bbed,
bull your story
a n d
fill your eyes with fake tears
e n d
du;; the pending request
when al’ seems so queer
yet clear as the water of faked tear
came as pure as white
s-NO-w, how soon is…
end
how come the entry is blocked
and the door is locked
you gnaw a key for chime and tap a foot into disciplinary
all the runs is see through colours
down the walls and doors of your four facials
more 2 face bull phase, it’s this way out and in
I N is
That way…
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