bedtimes-

the tricksters, mixers
hauntingly truthful lies
poom, pitypoom pitipoom
hauntingly truthful lies
swipes of hand on the fleshy flesh
invoking the notions of incandescent doubts
boom, boom boom, boom
waking the spirit, tax it, cut it
Whizzing energies in a still-born breath
echoing utterances, prickitty-prack-prick
"let me tell you what you want to hear ... "
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