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Corpse Consumption By John Patrick Robbins
Words like weapons are always best refined to a surgical precision. A battle within, an outward illusion, a burden to fight. Nights bring ou...
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Codeine kept the train rolling, as the booze just oiled the gears. While those chance encounters fueled flames of a nonexistent passion. Tha...
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The way the sun turns in Salinas, women age quickly. They wake up one morning and are old, the skin drawn against their cheekbones, their mo...
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He makes A salad for The four Of them To go With the Amy’s pizza That they Are having For dinner And shortly after The four Of them Sit down...
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