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Oct 2014
tell them how I felt like a car crash,
be broken glassed, be splintered,
whisper how you trod on my intention
and felt your metatarsals scream my name,
be tibia, be fibula, be fracture, be cast,
be recovery and deterioration,
remission and the carcinogenic,
**** me, **** me, **** me,
until my initials rot
in your bone marrow.
Dean Eastmond
Written by
Dean Eastmond  Weymouth
(Weymouth)   
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   ---, David Patrick O'C and ---
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