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Apr 2015
There is a taste to violence,
a tang, a smell,
a strange delight
that thrills and yet disgusts
the fickle sense of worth,
the sweet austere caress
that fills and then combusts
to leave the hated spirit
stained in hell.
Joseph Sinclair
Written by
Joseph Sinclair  London, England
(London, England)   
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     --- and Joseph Sinclair
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