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One Fine day in that

    not so distant



The very Descriptive


  and Niceties

Will fall at your feet.


The kissing sounds,

smacking lips,

      flapping jaws

reaching for you

In their oh so sweet

and savage way


 Do not worship me.

You will implore

in feeble tones

 With all the force

of an eyelash



In the myriad wastes

  left in the passing

       of your



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