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boil yourself in sentimentality

boil yourself in sentimentality
it’s the local organisation
recalled economy warheads
coaxed from no-man’s-lips
those three little words
a large portion of adolescence
kept as imaginary pet
melted and moulded from
seven tongues of grovelling beasts
lashed before the Indivisible Stare
smeared together on my
now permanent diaphragm
holocaine language grains
measured out to pleasure the real


Young children have pre-life memory