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A piece of hardwood spiked to a floor I'm smashed together trapped like a board long white and strong crys the extension cord a dull smokey black handle shiny Germany steel whispers the steak knife sword it gives me chills a deep dark voice from the cupboard that expired bottle of pills you'll never win always loose TV static noise squeaks Miller light government booze Mrs candle flickers then snickers knowing fire is quicker warm soft water sleeps one snug drip drip drip the last ready drip over flows the tub angels escape Sleekly as the last ray of sun light glistens it's done not wanting to show by the bed the handle of the cold blue gun  so I sit in the dark a hole in a peg since opening my eyes not one easter Egg pray for me need it please all day long in a house with voices of tease.   Pwt1canb
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