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Venom, sharp as a razor; The *** in your hand swings Separating body from head. The thing wriggles a figure eight; A caress of self with no comfort. Life dries rust-red in the sun.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
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Venom, sharp as a razor; The *** in your hand swings Separating body from head. The thing wriggles a figure eight; A caress of self with no comfort. Life dries rust-red in the sun.
#fear#life#death#poison#comfort#psychology
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sherlene2
F/Webster, TX
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
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