Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
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Her honey belly pulls the seams
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Curves are still upon the hinge
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Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
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Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
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The sponge is full, well out of sight
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All around the conversations
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Icing on the warm flesh cake
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Light creeps through her secret tunnels
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Sucked into the open spaces
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Burning out in sudden flashes
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Draining blood from well-fed faces
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Desires form in subtle whispers
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Flex the muscles in denial
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Up and down its pristine cage
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So the music, so the trial
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Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
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Dance in circles, they the blessed
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Man and wife, undressed by all
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Their grafted trunks in heat possessed
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Even as the soft skins tingle
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They mingle with the homeless mother
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Who loves the day but lives another
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That once was hers
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The worried father, long lost lover
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Brushes ashes with his broom
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Rehearses jokes to fly and hover
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Bursting over the bride and groom
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And the talk goes on
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Memories crash on tireless waves
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The lifeguards whom the winter saves
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Silence falls the guillotine
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All the doors are shut
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Nervous hands grip tight the knife
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In the darkness, till the cake is cut
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Passed around, in little pieces
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The body and the flesh
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The family and the fishing-net
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And another in the mesh
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The body and the flesh
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The Family And The Fishing Net
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Peter Gabriel |