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Apr 2015
Fucktrums and tantrums,  
it's all the same,  
nerve endings twitching,
oscillating to the sound of your favourite medication
is the doctor in the house ?  
we cannot tell
damaged goods sent to wrong addresses,  
dancing with spectres in the shadows of dissolution
my messiah will come,
he will bring the black horses and they will take my soul.
Haydn Swan
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Haydn Swan  Purgatory
(Purgatory)   
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