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Grubworm  Man

you are
caustic, sarcastic, silent picture black-caped villain
the open flame I worship, insectile
unable
to fly
away

this is a sickness, my skin
sloughs off where you have damaged me
burn victim, beyond repair, rubber gloves,
something you might have like for dinner
once, too long ago
in the mausoleum's wings
feet always exist
stage right

you are
fetish, fantasy, enchanting fucking nutcase
people should stay away from me
some people
have tried
to help

you whisper of a place
where we will always be together
suburbia, cleaning products, postman, mace, a place
I still believe exists, somewhere, Paradise?
let me have another look
remind me
why I hate you so much

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