Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Frozen Hair
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We are surrounded gag rag throat muffled rope burn wrists swollen blind eyes fist blackened feet heel-stomped and shoeless ...
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It was a chore, it was. Boxing all those doodads, scrubbing all those soap marks off the corner tile in the bathtub, sifting through six-and...
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Oh, through whose veins does my blood flow now? Do my vices hinder hosts? To whose heart does each breath yield doubt? And does this mean I...
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"Heads Will Roll" This is a test. This is a trial. This is a sign of things to come. These are the words that I remember. While yo...
