A Little Blip in the Fissure

A little blip in the

fissure is exposed, and

cut thru with some scissors.

Bizarre long-tail lizards


lick their lusts, like licking

sandpaper. (I miss her

so) and ever so, and 

so the sad story goes.


Stowaway knowers grow

the toenails, for frail woes.

The most of things are shown

with blingy rings - holy


matrimony! - 'till death 

not apart; in death falls

the heart, for death is the

start of ending all parts.


From the end we return

unto the beginning.

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