Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 30

Slinking to slave face the abomination
the do so with kitten colored capitults
non-resilient grey spray laundromat
on mental billows. Rats for fingers
are too agenda. Who if i cried?
shot up? Like anyone here is into Morrisey.
would want their blindness shoveled
traced. Pretty sounds even.
Closer out, there's a plate of wax
you can look
look, look
look from back in
nits for picking why've not got
your fun[ ]hand end[ ]gris?

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