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Quite horrible draw your gun stand in sun look into the eyes and your funeral conductor. A crisp breeze is out circling like a ghost planting whispers in your skull You stand before me parked finger nipping at that gun of yours whilst the sun enters its prison cell and the shade grows like a **** transforming blood a little sharper, judgding us in this alley in this cooking kitchen are peeping standers on a natural strike- bear witness art exhibition on the cusp of religion, two dogs about to bark and stray a little more deeply into one another. Soaked in the black theatre many chimes of skeleton pearl crying down the alley its a dead sea. hearts choking in their own blood sweltering standing two stick insects feeling steel burn on em’ their finger tips Daisy pickers glaring at the picker. Its a field day in hell and someones staying. One with wings will fly off as soul. Uprooted in the *** plant of anguish out form within the solitary dust world. Steel curtains and rainbow lizards… Three streets one alley one sun, one cloud one keeper. one judge. one hell of a shoot off. Look into the eyes of the timid dog.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
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Quite horrible draw your gun stand in sun look into the eyes and your funeral conductor. A crisp breeze is out circling like a ghost planting whispers in your skull You stand before me parked finger nipping at that gun of yours whilst the sun enters its prison cell and the shade grows like a **** transforming blood a little sharper, judgding us in this alley in this cooking kitchen are peeping standers on a natural strike- bear witness art exhibition on the cusp of religion, two dogs about to bark and stray a little more deeply into one another. Soaked in the black theatre many chimes of skeleton pearl crying down the alley its a dead sea. hearts choking in their own blood sweltering standing two stick insects feeling steel burn on em’ their finger tips Daisy pickers glaring at the picker. Its a field day in hell and someones staying. One with wings will fly off as soul. Uprooted in the *** plant of anguish out form within the solitary dust world. Steel curtains and rainbow lizards… Three streets one alley one sun, one cloud one keeper. one judge. one hell of a shoot off. Look into the eyes of the timid dog.
james-tee
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
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