18 Miles to Niceville

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We'll stab you.
We'll tear off your flesh and roast it with spices.
Your bones become the tables and chairs
in the diner that we sit at to plot.
We'll get you.
You'll never make it out.
Anything will be used to season your melting flesh-
journals and photos
and if there are none...
We'll season you with our own remedies.





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