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Vultures
The depths of winter stare daggers from a distance,war cries arrive on the wind,and I am bleeding by Autumn.I am gathered and gutted,my soul, spilled across meadows,my mind following it,just to find some peace and quiet.I’ve got nothing left,but the vultures venture to where I was last seen,smiling with full beaks,breaking their jaws to swallow…
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Spoiled
They are tempted by my temper,because my exotic flair makes it feel like passion,something fashionable,like in a French magazine,since sweet sixteen,and further back,in the fables of my life that I have forgotten,I was rotten to the core,storming through each day with a smile and my rage. I dream of diamonds,around my neck and down the…
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Until They Vanish
Rolling hills that once went on for miles stutter to a stop,interrupted by industry, with slender, skeletal fingertips that wrap around the wild, wide world and snap her struggling throat.Money trickles but it never rains on the deserving,and the children grow weary before they’ve even left their mother’s wombs, because they know they only exist…
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Cannibal Holocaust
I am human, so they tell me, dragged from the river, forced into the ritual. I heard a cheerful whistle, far away in the trees, a soul who had escaped, perhaps? Nobody who knew this horror could craft such a beautiful tune, and let it escape from their lips, into all this. I want to…