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Apr 2010
swarming around me they circle like drones
violently ripping the flesh from my bones
screaming their victory in menacing tones
rejoicing the sound of my agonized groans
they quickly devour my organs and skin
but still on their faces a terrible grin
for only the smallest of troubles they'd been
remaining are secrets of deep buried sin
Joe Hill
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Joe Hill  30/M/St. Paul, MN
(30/M/St. Paul, MN)   
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