orgami's Diaryland Diary

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FUCKALICIOUS

the cunt
is in the deed
How I stop
the racing light

You know I see
I feel the hooks
you leave

your handlers are dying
sucked full of the poison
of greed

down beneath the well of cyanide

all the houses are empty
windows as black as a conscience
the last sun
set through the screen door
and you were sharpening the
sting

9:25 p.m. - 2012-12-06

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