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Sunday Mourning.


Submitted:Oct 6, 2009    Reads: 61    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


In the core of my bones

   tar pits populate.

It hurts when they boil

It hurts when they freeze

It hurts worst when they lay inbetween

I think it hurts so bad 'cause they've never been cleaned





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