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Pull glass out of fresh wound Blood dripping Glistening Like water off a drowned girls hair Skin bloated Shining Like a whipped donkey Hit with tight rope made of hide like his Which, raw pink flesh, is not the same Like lump of meat On plate, steak you can't eat cooked and Dead Like your father Buried in a small plot Decaying like rotten fruit Memories Raking through your brain Pain from the good Like too-sweet pomegranate juice that makes you want to *****
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
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Pull glass out of fresh wound Blood dripping Glistening Like water off a drowned girls hair Skin bloated Shining Like a whipped donkey Hit with tight rope made of hide like his Which, raw pink flesh, is not the same Like lump of meat On plate, steak you can't eat cooked and Dead Like your father Buried in a small plot Decaying like rotten fruit Memories Raking through your brain Pain from the good Like too-sweet pomegranate juice that makes you want to *****
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
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