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Jun 2016
stinking rag piles
human effluent
with no
sewer to
sanitise.

I am the purge.
pocket of
gasoline
a spark in
the night.

screams call the victory
of
sweet vapours
over
living ****.

I breathe it in,
off my fingers,
as I leave.
MRQUIPTY
Written by
MRQUIPTY
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   Dana Colgan and mikecccc
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