Go back

Through these windows

I will sew your shroud,

A poet lives here.

No.

sadness, and bury your rodent bones

comes the breath

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of the world,

No entry here.

that fall from your mantle,

cross this threshold.

flags embroidered with

of your carcas

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s to

the victories of the people.

I will stitch your eyelids shut,

Flap

Go away.

with s99ｌiｂ•ｎｅteven crippled feet,

bitchs skeleton:

Sadness, scarab

fresh red roses,

spiderweb egg,

north with your serpents teeth.

scramble-brained rat,

the four corners of the wind,

No entry.

I will trample the feathers

beneath the springtime of an apple tree.

I will sweep the bit九九藏书s and pieces

go back

Dont come in.

your bats wings,

No sadness may

south with your umbrella,

I will wring your neck,