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Unfettered

Death on two legs

Now on four legs

Excess of sobriety

I want to taste tachyons

They just keep coming

and coming

thoughts like a shattered mirror

7 years bad luck

Bad luck

Fickle mistresses in a ****** dawn

No more eyes

Make me blind

Cut me

Hit me

Make me bleed

Make me feel

Or don't.

I think I'm mad.

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Published: Nov 22, 2010
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