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Mar 2012
I will take a train to Babylon but never declare my own trespassing bombs
Red dirt in the mind is hardened and seduced for one minute and then lost

Pedestrians are mowed down as I hoard weapons for ecstasy
I bathe in hard water a blued frontier explorer while the sun is nothing

I have to smother your discoveries while you come onto filth icicles
The letters of the killed mark my path announcing biblical winter
Mike Arms
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Mike Arms  Detroit
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