Purple Marker
Low odor chisel, wedged into the young girl's
lungs, through the nose the eyes the nose. Smells good and good and good.
It smells good like the heart, regal good in the pupil.
Like a chisel feels. Good in
the hand cold and cold and cold. Ridges on the mass-produced cap
that hide the inky soft chisel sharp
in its line.
Its sharp sharp smelling line and the lines.
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