All is raw, all is green, the tooth one bone enclosed
enamel is piqued by the juice of lemons
blood flows out from within a flattened nose  --  a rose
from in a gob screaming emerges abjections
this is death, torture  --  here a man who perspires
peeled he is cleared of skin like a fruit passion
the woods ooze shouting, the iron bend of torture
--  adieu adieu my life, adieu my horizons
adieu oh my loves adieu such tenderness
adieu to habitude adieu to this my home
adieu to expectancy of all promises
--  the grapes are bitter and the lemons too aplome
Its just a bunch of bone over which the dogs are drooling

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