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weren't odessa 3 (01/09/2015)
cannonball canonicals
bird-house bursaries
chainlink monocles
buyin' into hi-life miseries
clipp'd the righteous and the rained
puddles and piles, congregating
for warmth in the gutters, and love in the drain
the family that you got to choose
after yours failed, fell apart
chose not to pick you
the runts of the litter
malformed, defects
judged by smoothskin automatons
I'd rather ...
Monday 8th February 2016 12:20 am
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