In a cardboard dollhouse, Moth-wing aerated, The tattooed baby was born To a pot-bellied furnace. She screamed voodoo, she Screamed her alligator skin Into an eel and slid, Her hydra heads lolling. The eager furnace dribbled gristle, Spattered excited coals: "Here are my lips of tar, Have my molten eyes."
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