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Hand-Me-Down Corpse...

Prod my bloated corpse into a dance of devilry. Deliver my demons flowers of condolence. Leach my bile, for a while... for a while. Save hand-me-down roses in grave anticipation of greater nothings.

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critter-khan

Published: Nov 9, 2011
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