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bullets

bullets bullets for my love eveything i have dug shovels from above holes plugged with love hard to hold a scorching hand plagiarize all that you think i am i am woman i am man poetical freelancer stance lone tropical paradicial wolf dance art shredded vows wording sheep sounds risen collision dusted blood stained shadows that freaking between your ears smears on me death beside death makes it hard to breathe take this an even mask off of me what marionette marooned screams detected in the closet broom witches nose the moon hello-man crazy he has lost his mind here in the cellar warm at times dripping water in missed corner was that mold how old are you child these bruises look pretty fresh does that hurt when they do that don't touch me here they come cellar door freaks light narrowly showing through my chains never get that far must be that time again let's just lay here and pretend bullets ?

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Date: 12/21/2017 9:00:00 AM
Potent penning, sits uncomfortably on the soul.
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Date: 12/21/2017 10:16:00 AM
oh my ... how well you name a tune ... oh boy ...