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pie in the sky
a stone in
your shoe
making your
gait painful,
slow and
uneven
a blue sky,
crumpled
up, thrown
out like old
newspaper
the baleful
wail of roses
injured by
their own
thorns
rigor mortis
take the heart
as other parts
become cold
and disinterested
ah love...
you old bastard,
you
your a stinking
drunk, blind
rainbow shining
out of a dog's
wrinkled ass
04/06/8:42pm/est.
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