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Aug 2019
too brutal for this world
we’re geniuses when we’re undisturbed
we need to run
so, we pick us speed
shot through a gun
we penetrate deep
we’ll twist the blade inside each skull
and masquerade as something else
but beneath it all
we’re devils on the hunt
that like the ***** and ****
and the thrill of the chase
we don’t belong in any place
wherever we are
we incinerate
baby, we’re savages
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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