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The
cannibals of the Apocalypse
prophesy
no more
squat,
their pants down in the brothel
having
diarrhoea. With them sang
encouragingly
vocally and instrumentally
the
castrated and the transgenders
under
a round blue gate
as
well as a woman crammed
into
the mailbox and blood
flowed
from her nose.
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