20th October 2013
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Small, simple, safe, price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals.
I’m not afraid to die.
I’m not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What’s left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts?
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.