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Melinda
The relief of fiction
with the discern of frailty
all the stick figures spread out evenly
like cancer butterflies with three days to fly
pale featrures concern many
I need the perfect parade
of shitheads, scientists, and paparazzi
tie cement to their ankles
throw them in the endless gallows
await your cruelty with a bag over your head
scum become the plucked jewel
bastard fragrance awakens nerve challenge
no 10 mintues without a wire of incident
the summer of apocalypse
melted into the winter of dead eyes
swallow me with foul medicine
our strings are pulled by drugs
not some ghost asleep in cold sky
