Sensless parades of boxes of bowels all dolled up and winking to rotn(the void run down their switched-off soakles)nIs this your way to beauty?n(and something you may call a „smile“ appears on my face)nYou look at me and wonder if your eyes are lying about my unworedly featuresn(don't touch me please)nThat you devoure like manwholes and regurgitate all in filthy forms.nPlease don't touch me with your gaze or the grace that rules my shape will faden(don't touch me please)n