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I Met Bukowski
Bleeding bordedom spills over
the man fading from old wood
still waiting for god
Open breeding timid torture
these streets, these people watching
force yourself through the hatred
coddle sickness in the nest
We are planetary
absent of mercy
drinking poison
judging the poisoned
the man fading from old wood
still waiting for god
Open breeding timid torture
these streets, these people watching
force yourself through the hatred
coddle sickness in the nest
We are planetary
absent of mercy
drinking poison
judging the poisoned
Published 28th Sep 2013
| Edited 30th Sep 2013
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