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Time Capsule
Everything else of significance will fit in your palm, tarnished and worn…
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Mid January three something indecent deity
There are ghosts in every corner Tapping holes into their faces with their Broken fingernails This is a place where when the stars come down They change their course and keep The sideways dark Look out the light Will make you blind And the holes keep growing bigger The skin around the edges chapped and…
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Elegy for a Failed Killer
His hand on the back of my neck makes everything you are irrelevant.
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Paper Doll Nightmare
Such a lonely boy, sitting in the corner pulling off the heads from all your little dolls twisting up their limbs like rubber bands, angry that you never had the strength you need to break them Poking holes in fragile skin, stabbing orifices raw They are headless spewing bile from their bitter brains Even bruised,…
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