the bodysculpturer crocodiles guard in the sewers
a trea in sickly purple and green beats and inside its fruits core blood
it sleeps, the trea, and dreams far away, almost all the way to Romania from New York that all friends and it was something about mirrors and serious darkness
as to be born out of someone elses flesh
where they just stood you now stand
a cured blind closes his eyes
habit true builds themselves their tree
free meditation and one of the branches hands a root beer and blinks familiarly
(first part in an advent triology - Ajusticiamiento and Pastry)
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