taxadermy
By aiwaz
paint his white cheeks rouge slip pennies under his eyes fold his waxy flesh to a smirk bestow peace like a swarm of flies pinned like a frog in a lab entrails carefully removed catalogued and weighed discarded as trash and stuffed with a pink balloon Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 11:37 AM PST 0 • 1
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"paint his white cheeks rouge..."