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Jan 2014
in my basement i will keep them
hoards of plasma laden spawn
and at night i will sleep with them
until the radiation sickness takes me
i just wanted to be your doll
hey there baby doll gal doll princess
now i am made of iron and plasma
and the only doll i could be, well,
i thought and it made me feel sick.

geiger counter is up to 500, now
and i can feel my underknees burning
not the kind from a fire but
from a blistering heat
and i swear i could see a flash of light there.

remember the last words your father said to you
good bye love
he was never one for verbosity.
alice scott
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alice scott  England
(England)   
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