Sing the Iodine Prayer.

Designed out in unknown depths,
Is a fear of faces swept
In worship of a clandestine rest,
Filth and health and almost resign
To iodine prayer
On threads of signs

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1 comment

  1. Ouch! That image reminds me of a really painful injury I just has a few days ago. I was dancing ad suddenly my toe nail got stuck in the carpet or the it hit the edge of our furniture (I’m not sure which) and suddenly I see the nail broken in half and profusely bleeding!!! :-O


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