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Lupus

24/4/2018

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My thoughts are hollow
Metallic, shrill
A smudge of grey cocaine
On the back of a bill

A damp sock in the rain
An amusement park closed
A devil's wishbone
Nuclear glow

Half the disease
With all the effects
In loco parentis
Let's try wolves instead

My wont is cyclical
As the wheels on a wagon
As the dynastic curses
On this coffin I'm dragging

I abandoned good faith
On a gentleman's bet
Now my mind is the fat,
The tears, the tread

The swollen fortress 
The decayed trigger finger
Oh how I wish
The slush wouldn't linger

And slop and swirl
My brain is a fizz
Bubbles and hurt
And anguish and piss

And festering wounds
And never-forgives
And cold dead tea and
My private mountain of shit

And this mountain of shit
Is my personal peak
Conquering it 
Is a flagrant defeat


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