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ButcherBenji 24 Jan 2015 Tag: Crawling Chaos

A Cul-de-sac Jones

There was a brain in my nose & a jack in my step. A Black Stranger Bird-catcher. Slaving to the grind of mastering the mind. That wicked dream, my snake in your church. & as sure as bones, you flowered-off. A bridge of green on stones-to-worms. When...

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