but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game (Remove filter)
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a gaze that pierces veils
of iron curtain tragedy
the weight of painkillers
it all presses in like a phalanx of soviet states.
rolling thunder, blurred and blistered
shame as dull as anything else
anti-focus and step-sisters
ground up and bottled by the pound.
it looks like it's made of marble
but really it's just convincing glass
hewed by two-sided buyers
protesting your front doo...
Wednesday 2nd December 2015 2:07 am
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