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I cleanse my palette, Cornucopia of razor blades, I chew my palette, At table I spit into paper cup. Such tainted visions!
uvula and glottis delightfully refreshed,
tongue rippling muscular and wet, segmented.
each cactus swallow scream,
lip split to chin, secret teeth revealed!
grind it into paste and swish.
This drink of deception,
this sensory milkshake.
While napping, I rewind the day.
What fiendish cud!
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I cleanse my palette, Cornucopia of razor blades, I chew my palette, At table I spit into paper cup. Such tainted visions!
uvula and glottis delightfully refreshed,
tongue rippling muscular and wet, segmented.
each cactus swallow scream,
lip split to chin, secret teeth revealed!
grind it into paste and swish.
This drink of deception,
this sensory milkshake.
While napping, I rewind the day.
What fiendish cud!
