ceiling cement to your cold corpse and carriage
coiled up carefully in your crystal cocoon
post cerebral cunning and complex creations
confined callously, clear of our complicated cartoon
your concrete connoisseur's conviction now careless and carefree
contemplating conniving calculators creeping about
cleft by certainty
cloaked in credulity
you cannot call out
you're to cross the crevasse
while we carry on without
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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