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Apr 2012
Pieces
Of various organs
Flying off into
A
Cyclone of flesh

Blew the brains
Right out the back
Of his
*******
Never a thought or care
In the world
Skull

Little
Did he know
That ******* my
Wife
While I was suppose
To be working
Late

Wouldn't be the last
Time
His **** got blown.

Off.
The title was generously offered by the very talented BK Barnes.
Wanderer
Written by
Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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     Wanderer and Brandon
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