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Jan 2011
Feel it pumping
Feel it flow
My pulse is jumping
It's time to throw
You ****** me off
For the last ******* time
Blood you shall cough
As your lungs die
Your breath leaves your chest
You ****** with the best
Now die like the rest
My boot crushes your throat
I'll get the last vote
As I leave you to float
In a stagnant mote
Of sewage and ****
And I'll go and get lit
And watch you burn
Because *******
It's my turn
(c) Steven Forrester
Steven Forrester
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Steven Forrester  32/Non-binary/Tucson, AZ
(32/Non-binary/Tucson, AZ)   
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