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Brutal Fable

by The Black Bile

And There She Goes……A Coward,
Down The Winding Stairs.
Exactly What He Expects.
That’s Me And The Girl Is You Inside The Mirror.
Frozen Fall Statues, Like Suicidal Images.
And In Every Home A Fire And Bread,
In Every Yard A Murder.
Upon The Pages A Blood Red
Of Bullets By His Head.
At Any Rate, The Plants Alive.
It’s Only Decent To Die.
They Oblige To Sedate………
If There’s A Choice, The...

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