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There is nothing Quite as purifying As the frustration Of knowing What is coming next And having No power To stop it It is purifying Because the blood Boils at such heat That nothing can Survive Sterility through anger Disinfection through rage Cleansing through fury Fists balled into Ivory white Wrecking ***** Teeth clenched Spine rigid A barbed tongue Spits silent curses Into the syrupy haze Of a July afternoon
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Berserk
There is nothing Quite as purifying As the frustration Of knowing What is coming next And having No power To stop it It is purifying Because the blood Boils at such heat That nothing can Survive Sterility through anger Disinfection through rage Cleansing through fury Fists balled into Ivory white Wrecking ***** Teeth clenched Spine rigid A barbed tongue Spits silent curses Into the syrupy haze Of a July afternoon
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
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