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It started with filthy Cossacks
vodka fuelled with much betrayal
Back into Malaysia
somewhat blurred by Mau Mau screams
burn the fucking forest down
we’ll kill them while they dream
Then all the way from The Falls
bodies sealed in Glenshane peat
Then Friedrichstraße
lucky strikes
and feet cold stamping streets
those Russian alcoholics
so unguarde...
Wednesday 20th April 2016 11:29 am
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