Undertones

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The hills are alive
with the sound of soaking buds-made-beast;
even four backs slobber on each other's feast.
The hillock fires a million sodomites to the land of the sighing.
What hillock. There's an Akhee. My brothers the dying
lambs in the mouths gullets, round the gullets washed steady-hands
in sounds tiny as the thoughts of a shit-eating fly abashed in the mancunt.
   The hills are alive 
with the sound of music the likes of which twitches
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~ by Jeremy on October 11, 2008.

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