we see their eyes
packed from the floor
eats our hair
spits our teeth
"my machines belly
aint so big"
he murmurs to
wooden chairs
splintered thin
around the corner
three fair disorders
munch both cheeks
pat creatures
so sad inside
"decaps knee spliced
three times out.
heels-a-running!
heels-a-running!"
we shout.
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