o melanin
'tis of thee
sweet land.
what's your modus operandi?
i am ageing.
my muscles ossify
and i become stiff.
the bullet grazes the hair on my bicep
and my heart fires a lightning bolt.
i made it this time.
undo.
unison.
undo.
and leave me be.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
o melanin
'tis of thee
sweet land.
what's your modus operandi?
i am ageing.
my muscles ossify
and i become stiff.
the bullet grazes the hair on my bicep
and my heart fires a lightning bolt.
i made it this time.
undo.
unison.
undo.
and leave me be.
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