Violins

Our intricate diorama
Instead of language
You see who is who
Fibers taut and ceremonious

These hinged anagrams
Silvoin Aces
Filled with your goo
All slithery with cake guts

Understand, these are Hello Sirs
Uncanny and can't speak
Monkish and broken
Inside mother's homes, no jobs
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