from my keyboard.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
guillotines.
clash;cymbals.
glass through skin.the clean quick cut of
ice.the pond of wine...
will you bathe in this
crimson
sorrow of mine?i bleed like
jesus.i bleed like the jews.
im already defeated like europe.
and yet you still stab.
heil you.
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