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Aug 2013
I tidy up after the event
after the deed is done
for I am the clean up man

I clean the blood from the walls
get the brains off the ceiling
it's my job as a clean up man

At first it used to turn my guts
but if you kept that up for too long
you would go insane
and you would not kick it
as a clean up man

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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