Cover your Tingle

March 20, 2010
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My truth haunts you.
Fresh cut wounds.
But I'm not sure you'll help me.
So the survival game is being played.

Hunt the weak and ill
the blind and deaf.
Sharper, crisper images of victory,
The weight of defeat dripping
lifeless body of viscous discoveries.





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