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Mar 2015
Show yourself,
take what you want

Steal my words and my craft
and my beauty

I am more, I am the
killing song

I will rise above the waves and
slice their heads from their bodies

Rending flesh,
rendering muscle and sinew

Veins of sea spray down ******
rivulets, and there is nothing left

So, may we
start again?
Erasing venomous pasts and birthing ****** futures
ej
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ej
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   B and Michael Caio
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