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Paint Thinner (03/07/2015)
This house held up on walls,
Proud on the outside, barren within.
Our shame strewn in pearlescent coats, rolled on these halls,
clamped-quiet dinners, spilling and spelling
the litres squeezed from our sin
What is it to be an eraser in a planet of taboo?
Surgeons are a dime a dirty dozen,
labcoats selling truth out of desperation,
junkie peddlers, collecting the walking human remains...
Saturday 7th March 2015 8:21 am
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