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Feb 2013
another slip
of the tongue
and it's a world of hell.
tasted purification
elongated salutations
to the people; dead
and walking shells.
burnt out
turnt about
for display purposes only.
and you're not allowed to look.
Sal Gelles
Written by
Sal Gelles  The road
(The road)   
707
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