my lungs are the curtain remnants of a desperately drunk fraternity toga party, in a $25 motel
my throat is the carpet
Scott Jackshaw, Stigmata
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*Some Theories of Atonement*
In the planetary scar tissue where I follow you in our last
days together, where we sacrifice the clots of lawn, where
we...
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