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Aug 2014
These lions dance behind pinballed tongues.
They pounce towards my face;
only my face.
I'm still alive.
They know only ***** seeps out of me.
Where there once was blood,
now is bile.
Goodnight.

"Live at the Apocalypse Cabaret"
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