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Insanity

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In the hollow, lined chamber, the brass heart does not beat it clicks a rhythm of aphrodisiac’s inevitable decay of my soul. There is no poetry in this machine, only the masturbating hands haunting the piston that drives my insanity, clicking, its ruthless clockmaker’s cocksucking free verse, ricocheting off,”The Tell-Tale Heart” 

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