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The shrill thrill **** of young blood ills makes the hill become a valley of death writhing desperately in hands too often dragging queens through the mud all along the botched towers leaning and glaring without caring Instead intent-on restricting oxygen with crass observation only ever offering tasteless insincere apologies as afterthought Alone and easily overpowered clouded crowd-sourced asphyxia overtakes just enough breath left for recorded tied down violations with faint traces of slut-shaming-victim-blaming cat calls free-for-alls and “don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got” ‘til it’s slammed shut stolen and swollen gutted-paved-depraved by gentrifires stoking those immolate night advances and god oh god is it really too much to ask to feel safe on my own sidewalk?
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
Asphyxiation Nation Indignation
The shrill thrill **** of young blood ills makes the hill become a valley of death writhing desperately in hands too often dragging queens through the mud all along the botched towers leaning and glaring without caring Instead intent-on restricting oxygen with crass observation only ever offering tasteless insincere apologies as afterthought Alone and easily overpowered clouded crowd-sourced asphyxia overtakes just enough breath left for recorded tied down violations with faint traces of slut-shaming-victim-blaming cat calls free-for-alls and “don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got” ‘til it’s slammed shut stolen and swollen gutted-paved-depraved by gentrifires stoking those immolate night advances and god oh god is it really too much to ask to feel safe on my own sidewalk?
Amy-Grindhouse
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
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