Worlds without end the emptiest parts of the life span crows and ravens prey on
frozen, hungry brown bears as if it could smash through solid rock
an eye on some freakist, million-to-one
Saturday, December 01, 2007
After the war, your bed. After the knives, your legs. After being beaten by police with shields, your kiss. After your bed, the war. After your legs, the knives. After your kiss, being beaten by police with shields.
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