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Apr 2013
Death was on sale today
The mask is slipping
Glass eyes see everything
Dagger cuts deep
Rope binds tight

Silence deafens
Drowning loneliness
**** what's inside
Poison on a supermarket shelf

Death was on sale today
Wolfgang Blacke
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Wolfgang Blacke
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