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The DeathThe Death: In Which I Ran Out in My Nightgown by rezonoThe Death by *KitoZeke
The fog and flowers of march,
perhaps the wrong morning for everything
Black fur, red blood, and sighs
so soft, his speechless telling eyes--
rolling once
or twice
and
then looking at me
as his mouth spills some more red
his last long breath lasts long.
Oh-no, oh-dear, oh-Christ, oh-fucking
hell! The highway is straight but
the car so turns and twists!
I'll hate this city as hateful as
as fateful as this traffic it affords.
The lab-coats denies whatever.
And now it's goodbye forever.
Mum says he somewhere better now--
I want to be there, too!
Father says he's a
| i don't know what i'm doing. |
| my title is "transgressive militaristic sociopathic god"; it's my job to fuck your minds up. |
i secretly recorded you once, man it's so beautiful you should hear ittt |
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