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The night sucks the flesh from my bones leaving me bloodless dead white fingers mock me as I struggle to turn the key and my breath mists the glass with a spray of ugly words till I finally crack the lock of my sanctuary, teeth clattering like castanets but no passion to flamenco its colder than a brass monkey sans balls all that remains of the day is now lost to memory and the witching hour is at hand with a brazen dance but a frigid chorus... A.c.d
Posted on: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 23:19:52 +0000

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