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Stiff-spined pigs clawing at shins, thighs, torso; arms and head. Effervescent atoms spit from pressurised cans to clouded, burning eyes. Batons drop, judging my ever rolling sins; breaking bland sheet of skin into blue, black, red, swelling  purple canvas: mounds of flesh, batted time and time again. Arm twisted, mud faced being, sinking. Face first dirt. Cuffed, bony wrists annoy broken-back shoulders: unforeseen angles. Frustrated muscles stretch bemused tendons. Freedom demolished, kicking screams provoke further chest knocks, ambushed four to one your body flops; sagging over tight-gripped, blue and black jackets, helmets, batons, badges. Tossed to the backseat; prisoner of the siren.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Awe & Order
Stiff-spined pigs clawing at shins, thighs, torso; arms and head. Effervescent atoms spit from pressurised cans to clouded, burning eyes. Batons drop, judging my ever rolling sins; breaking bland sheet of skin into blue, black, red, swelling  purple canvas: mounds of flesh, batted time and time again. Arm twisted, mud faced being, sinking. Face first dirt. Cuffed, bony wrists annoy broken-back shoulders: unforeseen angles. Frustrated muscles stretch bemused tendons. Freedom demolished, kicking screams provoke further chest knocks, ambushed four to one your body flops; sagging over tight-gripped, blue and black jackets, helmets, batons, badges. Tossed to the backseat; prisoner of the siren.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
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