Hunchbacks, butcher clowns, villains!


Hunchbacks
With a cloud on their back
Butcher clowns
Villains
Reganaโ€™s daughters
Who hate my day
And all my mornings
Born from the wound
Of glistening narcissuses
Litter of Lucrecia
You exchanged venoms
Compressed into pitchers
In grinds sweetly
To stain the knife
With ancient cause
It is the artist osculating
He butchered the night
Of silence
And hush
But I will further hear
The eternal echo of my death.

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