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May 2013
painting red across my wrist
and all i wanted was a better view
"wake up"   it says   "let's go get high"
my cheeks flushed hot red
damped by my fears
bored because i'm dumb
it calls me a queer
my mind although
is a riot that you watch
from your tv
pupils dilated
doll parts scattered
bless my body
bless my soul
wrap it up in
turpentine
you're so *******
fabulous babydoll
you fit right
******* in
this goes in with the other poems all written under the influence
this makes absolutely no ******* sense, and it's *******
enjoy - who the **** am i?!
flynt
Written by
flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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