Open Poetry #1 |
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Micturation of the soul |
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since 1999-06-23
Posts 105MEXICAlpan de las tunas |
If I cut out my soul, choke on the unhuman sand tossed upon my people, hate my own footsteps, tremble at the touch of sun, never to come out again; If I eat my own hands, then passion curved with chaining god law, worms of voluptousity explode from my innards, dweller of my only light that shadow that follows. Human call me , shout at me, deny my death, then eat flies IXTAB IS YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU----------- |
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