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Apr 2015
Shake me
Hands wrapped in concrete dressed as lace
Venom.
Your presseance pulses it through my arteries. Thick as foul soup in my veins
Dance for me
Your dieing throws are Dante like the ballerinas twirls
But the crowd is jeering you like a circus clown
Flail your fists
Spit poison and fire
Your only making this performance
More tasteful
Death-throws
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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