AND THE ROACHES CAN LIVE WITHOUT HEADS,
SAYS THE REVOLVER,
CLENCHED IN HIS HANDS,
YOU SCRATCH MY BACK,
AND I'LL CLAW YOUR EYES OUT,
AND LEAVE THEM,
DRENCHED IN ANGUISH,
'CAUSE ONLY humans CRY,
WHEN humans DIE,
LAUGHING...
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