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i need you to wear this bolo tie (it's office policy) (04/18/2017)
sickly purplish fleshy lips
pleading and heavy
a nasally whine drowned out
by florescent buzzing and gunshot wounds
there's an itch:
a dead twin living in that darkened spot
stamping out nightmares of the worst kind
a hardening shrieking excitement
pearl-yellow, shattering teeth in ecstacy
at the winning end of blu gun-metal
there's an itch
stapled down and locked away
saved for ...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 11:39 am
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