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[thisisallwrong]

and the paramedics fell into the wound
like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of the contraband

dancing on the corpses ashes

on my way
nails broke and fell
into the
wishing well

dancing on the corpse's ashes

callous heels
numbed in travel
endless maps made
by their scalpels scalpels

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[_1941]

I was just listening to that while drunk the other day.
It brings back memories.

lol.