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Nov 2013
quench, drench,
the whole ******* wooden bench-
French
Fried tongue,
must clogged lung,
of the wine soaked skin
draped across a sweat shinned tanned muscular back
awwwww mmmmmm....
the sheer power crushes my civilized brain into a thick primal
lump.
of coal.
consisting of countless animals and plants
under pressure for millions of years-
now able to
COMBUST
like me,
burning continuously
for hours.
Days.
Years.
Ages.
Unaltered.
Written by
Ra Willows  Vermont
(Vermont)   
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