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Oct 2015
treading the waters
that circle the sun

waiting
for the beast
that heats
the core
to come
and
**** me.

but i swim in its mouth

play percussion
on its
flaring and shutting gills.
Written by
mike
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   Kill me slowly and GaryFairy
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