Are you dancing to your dirge?
Digging your toes in the wet dirt?
Claws cut, disrupt
Visceral function, drained.
Take your spectre,
skin graft, machinery.
Take your deaf night
and dance away the junction.
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About Me
- Alan Crow
- I couldn't sleep because I was drunk/dehydrated, so I started a blog. I should note, I'm not one to do the whole revision process thing. I'm far too lazy for that, despite my B.A. In Creative Writing.
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