Prositute me, I am human
trough
the stench of acid blood and weeping,
hysterical hymns
oral ovations
we fuck the edges
of sharpened
hallelujas
as life is a mental disease,
paranoia beats the
cheap hearts
- and we all want to laugh when we cry.
Poetry by theo
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Written on 2006-06-04 at 18:23
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