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BODY MASONS

It is that time That time that monkeys can turn fairies Aided by the sharp hands of knives Body masons mix their mortars Cutting parts of those built by God  And transferring it in pasting, onto other parts Sometimes injecting bodies like corpses Hoping to build mounds around areas apt for dancing Draining parts to […]

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CHOOSING MY FRUITION

I don’t want a beautiful artificial nose. After expiration, the underneathers will make it a hose For transporting their goods amidst blows, And eventually turn it into food for those Who can only live underneath and not close.     I don’t want alluring fake breasts. After expiration, the underneathers will rudely massage and on […]