What a shameless one you are eating with an unwashed
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What a
shameless one you are
eating with an unwashed
hand
orange
sweets.
Your eyes
Shine like
on the balcony
greased
by grandfather
broken
skis,
that for a hundred years
haven't seen
snow,
or ice,
or any kind of
joy.
I'll pull out
Your
Wisdom tooth -
I'll fetch
The muskrat
pliers.
Today we
Won't have time for
prestige
to stub out,
like cigarette butts,
the sick but
heart-dear
nebulae.