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Ashlee Talbott May 2011
Desperate deserter, you're
failure's like water. Liquid
and burning like fire.
Bare head is crowned with
thorns of betrayal, wrists
are punctured with the
nails of your sacrifice.
   Bury me now, in this
sacred ground.
   The life that you're living
is so unforgiving.
   **** me now with the
horrid sound,
   Of your suffering.
Clearly you're hear now.
Softly you sing out.
Words that stab me.
Words that **** me,
with longing.

— The End —