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sleep the sleep that hate permits
I fail at sleeping
in a show of unconditional accusation, the reproachful slander of your hereafter,
amongst the placid hours,
I try to be the grand man, but I shake too much
unhinged by the overreach of my skeletal height
much to the delight of every unskilled whistler
tough love and rougher hate interprets the shuddering motions, as my left hand lingers
over a poss...
Thursday 28th May 2015 2:08 pm
21 gallons
21 gallons to Kristiansund
here I can piss like a journeyman
with the eloquence
of a tattooed scream a
cast-off, sport smart, council queen
21 gallons to Kristiansund
I don’t understand
21 gallons to Kristiansund
21 gallons to Kristiansund
here I find myself worthy of an unequal lack
of an outcasts working weekend chance
with a mind fumed on zero
none shall...
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