a poem
OlDiamondback
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In the sterile room
of an old hotel
she wipes her ass
violently,
violently,
to remove the stain
of an oblivious moment.
As the blood drips down
her soul finds wings.
of an old hotel
she wipes her ass
violently,
violently,
to remove the stain
of an oblivious moment.
As the blood drips down
her soul finds wings.
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where her aunt died
pool of blood
the "doctor" never found
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
it's only after you've lost everything ...that you are free to do anything....(Fight Club)
... I'll ride the wave...where it takes me....