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grubbed out
hands feed
mouths that
drip drop
venomous
compensating
bullshit lines
criss-cross crimes
of decent times
when shit
flowed free
and all could
see the
comfort in
jumpin'
in front
of that
speeding train
it was all ok
that time
not today
refine
methods of
verbal
malignancies
growing like
a huge fucking
melon in
my throat.

hey strange your poem rocked.