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Boring ****

Blue skies

Over a

River of blood

In which I bathe

Never will be clean

Germs in my eyes

Clueless to the obvious

Until I realized

No one can satisfy

That which must be fed

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Published: Mar 19, 2013
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Notes: The title is meant to be ambiguous. I am not talking about a boring **** Although I know a lot of them. Almost sounds satanic, the vision I present.

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