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Submitted:Jan 19, 2010    Reads: 50    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

flight it takes to rise

second guesses

and messages

haulted by the most fearful

can he ever quit

such a whore

why would anyone be reduced to such a place on high

yet so damn low

the maker knows

let the fuck wither be the fucked with

I always say

and unleash the gates of heavens hell

until it is fixed

crush his mind

curse his bones

what must be done

must be done

the foul maker

has not yet learned

-calling all cars


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