Tag: OC
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Durt
Elbow grease weedy handshakes in seedy backstreets I’ve got a bag of sweets sweep you off your feet I could stand out in the street, eyes unseeing, and still beat you at Tekken Text some whores, more at eleven.
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murderafters
Left blood on the curb Currant jam topping dessert Badly hurt the worse for wear Consigned Her to the current Earlier I felt lost for words Knock around, searching the loch for lost girls All they found were fabric scraps and two golden curls There were five of them, like the Golden Girls Toecurling anxiety…
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House Contents
Packed your stuff away, boxed up in the basement, and in their place Hung paintings, Me looking saintly Satan-praising dainty peng tings appraising me A blaze in me that has me seeking peaks Eking my way along a fateful razorblade, blood-rusted and dust-encrusted More stops and stations than Christ’s Easter perambulations, wyrd day ended crossnailed…
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Soulcolour
Hungry pups jumping at mother’s lumps Customers pushing to get to the front, has me blushing They want his place but he won’t budge This one’s a tough one, maybe trained Everyone had a life before they got involved with the heroin craze Sweaty heads, clenched fists Suffering cravings because the Duffy’s was crazy delayed…
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Speedburn
Disturbing images of the coming takeover All the wild ephebes streaming leaf-wigged out of burning Thebes At easy leisure shoeless feet ag siúl on streets where beefy rats excrete chips and cheese Naked, unbothered by the evening’s piercing breeze.
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