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Dec 2016
swallow your non-apologies,
I'll smear death on your eyelids
like a balm--
a bomb
to soothe the rouse
of your sympathy,
of your sorry speeches.

swallow your non-apologies,
you've assailed the right to breathe--
a crude oil
sink hole
your death bed, still
cut your belly to loose
cash and coin, your **** is

a noose.

swallow your non-apologies,
eat to ****
and
bathe in greed
Written by
nothing's Amiss  Philly
(Philly)   
384
     Fawn, --- and Woody
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