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Mutuality
friends of friends and an orgy of mutuality
each one ripe for the fucking until we greedily
eat our own tails
I find myself running low on chemistry
with so little reaction left inside of me
the water around the plug hole no longer spins,
it only falls
architectural wounds
cannot heal beneath this razor’s murderous haste
while the cognisant ...
Friday 20th September 2013 8:47 pm
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