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Grab angst by its crinkled throat and take it in,
dissolve it, chew on its bones
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by Kiusha
82 lines, 11 comments,
on Apr 12 4:54 AM 2007. In Music
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I left a poem on the bus yesterday, / it was tired and scrunched into plaid seating /
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I’m named most holy, your mother / In the garden of Three Trees / I have been dining, none other / At the table of Three Queens / I’ve rais
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by zt
58 lines, 17 comments,
on Aug 24 8:05 PM 2007. In Spiritual
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Grab angst by its crinkled throat and take it in,
dissolve it, chew on its bones
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