Francis, The Mute
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Movements:
A. In thirteen seconds
B. Nineteen sank, While six would Swim
C. Five would grow and one was dead
It's been thirteen seconds
since you all last
Said i've become the apparition
you predicted for my death
you said that flirting brings you closer to the end
you can bait into the water
but you'll never get the hint
and like a stain of bricks goes dancing
by your head
plucked from an icebox
grafted on my skin
my coat has hid the marks
mink hits the shovel
fix near the sway of pendulums
boar abrasions and a kiss
she said i'll never let them hurt
you i'll never let them
in what you took from me is mine what is mine
i'll never give mascara glass in the molar weeds
herash a serpent infancy
his eye patch pussed a gap of sand into his shine
a sedative more and more the dirt collects
you'll hever find her body now
her closet festered in a secret air blonde
underneath a blackened hair
he never knew the colony
gestated in his bed mingle with the carnivores
you've something both in common
now till one day his wasted breath
swollen throat and karma debt
set foot inside a parlor
to find her drunken by receipts
he held her by the ankles gutted
at the nave yes gutted
and depraves he tied a rope around her legs
and let her hang for seven days
this never happened
but I saw you leave
and crawl
into a bed of broken windows
this never happened
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