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mister c

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Aug 16, 2008, 2:29:19 PM8/16/08
to couchofdoom
snip this the puckered ashway
skintight spokes and flustered relations
gather around in pockmarked doorways
their acid tongues
and distant howls
stroke my spine and stain my vision
just one more minute
i'll be rid of you.
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