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Belthead

Rivets secure the grueling visage

turned from colorful bands to a menacing mask,

now almost aquatic

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with glaring orange eyes and

a pink spine

left unwoven

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yet at another ninety he grows forlorn

perhaps his pouting lower lip

due to his unsympathetic companions

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he dangles

still, not swinging

echoed by his own ghosts on the wall.