These legal documents pinpoint to the tip of my nose
length of my legs
depth set to my collarbone.
The centerfold of this folder is what fascinates me,
filthy facts, fit you to size,
simulating your life somewhat simplistically
you are
morbidly embodied, in this archive dedicated to creating the undead
and i figure this folder finds us lost in the past
an attempt at securing immortality.
Restless with the thought of body
reckless with morality
we piece you together.
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Through writing we attempt to become immortal. Your dreams are easily achieved, when adequate ability is bestowed. Unfortunate means, lack of candor, sheer belligerent disregard; the things we should look out for, an endless list really!
Such a shame to be lost in a void. No time to climb out, no time to see ahead, no where to go from where?
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