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motel (8/23/2015)
BLEED BLEED BLEED
soaked innit and spat out
a reign of fists and averted eyes
split from spine to stomach
stuffed back in with crime and malice
COWARDS--
DIE DIE DIE
a hate stamped thin with leather boots
prostetic burning incest, battering
spattering: spit and bile and semen
storms of slamming doors and midnight, smiling purges
BASTARDS---
FUCK FUCK FUCK
Lipstick theives of ruby ...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:10 pm
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