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August 17, 2011
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Unkind night
On the bathroom floor
What grace is given to me?

Get up and go
Shaking and shaking
Makes my legs awake

Can’t see a thing
Lover hides the knives
Dragged by old feet

With hung shoulders, breasts, and a
Stuck out belly
We exchange snarls and grimaces

Daggers on my fingers; removed single beauty
This room spins
Take a trip down

Flavor of sheets stinging my mouth
Lashes on my eyes, with my tongue, on your back
Lover, meet my cantagium

Color me a marauder
Who forages for death
Desires of gore tattooed in my eyes

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