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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Epistle for Dirt

Woe to the slithering scum
Rottenly gorgeous in the midst of decrepitude
I am in the right place amid them
What is it in relation to filth that I adore most?
Perhaps the one of its kind grime that surrounds the fetid beauty of their insane flowering smiles
Possibly or perhaps I am plain and simply entitled to the given name dirt
Woe as I said and quiet is my gasp
I wrote this as a love epistle for the morbid
I read this aloud as a jest!
Come dance with me
Come dance with me on my necropolis nest

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