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Crucifix (2/10/2015)
daisy-cutters; storm gutters
bring us yer trash, the leftovers of leisure
masters of cruel improvisation
we'll trade your pain for our pleasure.
dog-killers; roughneck bashers
burying yer secrets in the quietus of night
stoking ash and fingernail coffins
a tarnished future burns bronze, just as bright.
sore lovers; strong haters
basting yer alligator boots
eyeglaze bristled by stor...
Wednesday 11th February 2015 6:37 am
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