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it’s the wailing ones that always crack first you can hear their cries any time of the day wide eyed and stumbling, they walk among us hands, either shaking or ****** mice hiding amongst arm and tightly knotted torso you won’t watch it happen you don’t get to see the shatter it happens with a horse’s tail dipped in cement dragged along a body filled trench type of movement that required a lot of dead people the mothers listen to it unwilling ear glued against keyhole unwilling hand held in the ambulance the doctors try to explain how the wailing fluctuates between needle piercing eardrum and icicles shoved in mouth-holes and the mothers cannot listen to it
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
The Wailers
it’s the wailing ones that always crack first you can hear their cries any time of the day wide eyed and stumbling, they walk among us hands, either shaking or ****** mice hiding amongst arm and tightly knotted torso you won’t watch it happen you don’t get to see the shatter it happens with a horse’s tail dipped in cement dragged along a body filled trench type of movement that required a lot of dead people the mothers listen to it unwilling ear glued against keyhole unwilling hand held in the ambulance the doctors try to explain how the wailing fluctuates between needle piercing eardrum and icicles shoved in mouth-holes and the mothers cannot listen to it
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
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