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Untitled is a stupid name for a poem evil is a catch phrase that pimps death on a trigger finger. blood incinerates lies while justifying the click click click of a 57 magnum that later cools off in a refrigerator. the burden of truth a fine placed upon me. this chest is heavy with a heave ho. blood red red red leather on an animal conscious I donít give a fuck. Itís there and it exists. And only in the way in which it is not there. a matter of becoming oblivious to spider leg fingers pink lips puckered. needing to be asleep in a coffin. blood is Our catastrophic cinderella with a broken heel. an object of my bottle of pills that is the size of a fist and i know how to use it.
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