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Poem by Ross Smirnoff
She was split open by death
The black creature emerged like
A flower from the fresh corpse.
The girl I loved became a disease
Tortured by her own inaccuracies.
The most I could do was aid her
Toward her ominous death march.
The black creature emerged like
A flower from the fresh corpse.
The girl I loved became a disease
Tortured by her own inaccuracies.
The most I could do was aid her
Toward her ominous death march.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
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