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Suicide
Last night I danced a mosquitos trumpet
Slapping myself to every beat
When it sat on my lap I thought I should smack it
With precision and speed I squashed it's meat
As it lay there dead I gayly cheered
But twas my blood that I had smeered.
Slapping myself to every beat
When it sat on my lap I thought I should smack it
With precision and speed I squashed it's meat
As it lay there dead I gayly cheered
But twas my blood that I had smeered.
Published 27th Apr 2014
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26th Dec 2014 1:02pm
Wow! Great metaphor ... We kill ourselves in seeking to destroy others.
Powerful!
Powerful!
