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Spiced RumCrooked teeth sharpen.. like stoned-brains.....when the widow takes light. / Bus-pass funerals feeding the satanic presidents who have never seen the love of night. / Drags upon drags UPON DRAGS... of prescription biblical realities. Which fed them

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Jul 2, 2012

French GirlsEach day it’s charted course. / Fate with it’s heavy force, / We are dog toys.

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Apr 6, 2012

LornaLooks down at me. / Has empathy but mistakes it for pity. / Treats me like charity and never gives.

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Feb 26, 2012

Scars and BarsThe broken vixen bent at bar, / cleverly hiding her emotional scars. / The Kind man looked very lonley.

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Feb 24, 2012

Must Be SantaChains. Chains. Chains. / Pursuit of truth, / Labyrinth of fear.

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Feb 24, 2012

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