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karaoke 2 (07/23/2015)
Jesus christ.
This crucifix is heavy,
leaden steps through the rehearsal
granted wishes: role reversal
twisted sisters; men of cloth
drawn to flame as man to moth
a panoramic curiosity
low-fi infidelity
delivered evil, picked and packed pieces
the familiar scent of me.
Friday 24th July 2015 6:24 am
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