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MedusaI am the heir of breasts and fireA thousand apples dream my dreams A fringe of serpents line the brows And blood is thinned and kept in veins Eyes open, eyes closed Mouth closed, mouth open And the lips contain the tongue The walls melting Skin clogs the floors The walls melting Skin clogs the floors The smell of hot custard fills the air And your mouth... |