All pests aside,
we need formaldehyde
I'd bridge these gaps
if not for mental lapse

Come now
we've got to
cherish these thoughts some how

These ghosts of friends
increase in increments

Subsurface
serves no purpose
and the word is
you deserve this

All bets are off
for captured Atlas Moth
The tears run dry
for collared butterfly

Goddess, I know
that I haven't a lot to show

Subsurface
serves no purpose
and the worst is
you deserve this

Do you feel bad?
Good
Cause you should
Cause you should

'Neath glass
Your extremities pinned at last

My own
my own