Lift a melodic finger / shooting lightning / playing tunes with your string like bones.
A heart as a microphone (shooting sparks from the foamy speakers.)
Microphone heart goes, “Boom/Boom/Forget/Regret.”
The brain hangs behind your temple, dangling on strings/ a string puppet to your eyes.
A creature called stomach / a slim creature/ controls the trash body collects.
You
are
a
working
society
in & out
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