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Jun 2013
The slow fizzle.
The long-winded let-down
like a broken chord
fallen from the heavens to the grey midground.
This is not the Hell you're searching for,
nor a pleasure
like my pierced lips pressed gently
against the porcelain of your skin.
Purgatory is no sin
when neither party wins.
Written by
Connor Hanratty
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   victoria
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