BLÓÐ
drink yr
god damned
fill.
stretch yr desicated
finger towards
each one you
wish cursed.
carve the lead,
bury the tablet
beside the heart-shaped
mound or yr septic tank.
you are a true
one of us.
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Tuesday, September 09, 2014
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